Two days ago I returned from a week in Florida, during which I spent time with good friends and attended an artists' retreat hosted by the Gainesville Chapter 113 of the Colored Pencil Society of America.
I laughed -- sometimes so hard my stomach hurt. I cried. I danced (though not very well, despite the best efforts of those who actually know how to line dance). I visited the Salvador Dali Museum -- fascinating, to say the least. I learned how to make bruschetta. and ate sushi, eel, and seaweed salad for the first time. (I will skip the seaweed salad next time.) I even occasionally adopted a southern accent as a result of spending several days in the presence of the charming drawl of artist Jeffrey Smart Baisden -- so much so that upon my return my son asked, "Why are you talking like that???"
Jeffrey Smart Baisden of Florida, Elizabeth Patterson of California, and moi'
Finally, I would be remiss if I did not thank Jeffrey for the kindness and hospitality she showed me in her home the three days prior to the retreat. Her amazing sense of humour and genuine way-of-being were good medicine for the soul of this "little girl from Michigan". (Thanks Jeff)
And thanks for reading.