Our usual spring awakening is late this year.
I recall a walk around Beaver Lake a year ago… I was infused by the profound beauty of nature. Warm sun. Blossoms. Skunk cabbage. Herons were dancing in the wind above the lake, ducks were courting and playing, chipmunks and squirrels scurrying. Chestnut-backed chickadees and red-breasted nuthatches landed on my hands. I described the feeling as angel whispers.
Stanley Park is truly one of my favorite places. Living only a half block away from the park, working on Molly– whose central theme is set in the park- is such a satisfying creative process. My treks, notes, sketches and bird observations find their way into the project at unexpected times.
Excerpt from Part 2A- Why Me?
Excerpt from Part 2B- A Child is Born
As I cocoon in my apartment this morning, working through the to-do’s and prepare for upcoming workshops as well as the next episode of Molly (Part 8A- A Child’s Shoe), I am longing for the warmth of Spring sunshine, the gentle breeze and sounds and colors…