"Singing my song..."

What a beautiful day. For many reasons, I guess, but really because fate sort of threw a series of incidents my way that make me feel renewed. Almost new-agey.
Last night, I had a great night with friends, secret Santa-ing and watching an Argentinian band with two great women singers (YES! Spanish that makes me feel at home!) Then I had good conversation with Ben about happy/sad/exciting things and slept like a rock after running to catch the bus to Otura.
This morning started off slowly but ended up being really nice. There´s this little workshop around the corner from my house where a woman sells these beautiful leather bags that she makes. Now, mind you, they´re leather, and I really dislike wearing leather, but I am drawn there every time I pass. So I went in. We ended up talking about a lot of things, and showing each other art, and by the end of the conversation, she had asked me if I would be interested in sharing a booth with her this coming year at the art market. And giving my name to a friend of hers that plays in a blues band. God, I love people and how they come in at all the right times! Now I visions of sugarplums and art supplies and sun-lit studios dancing in my head. I wish it wasn´t so frickin´expensive to just do the things that I love.
This afternoon, I have been working on my midterm report, and ideas are actually coming. I feel so relieved to be getting it done that I may actually celebrate a little tonight over at Michael Landon´s. (Mom thinks I´ve become a little bar-hopper here in Granada. I had to explain that, since we have no heat, bars seem awfully warm on a cold night... I´ll still take water any day!)

The picture above is by Miska, one of my faves. She´s in a lot of the galleries in Oregon... More later. Sending so much love, it hurts. H