I'm back home, and slowly catching up on sleep, email, and everything else. . . . Tilly says thanks for all the birthday messages!
Today is Tilly's first birthday. She was born exactly a year ago on a farm in Tiverton, and came to live with us at Bumblehill just eight weeks later. I'm away from home at the moment, but I'm setting up this post in advance so that it will appear on the proper day -- to celebrate our lovely, goofy girl, who brings us so much joy and laughter.
So happy, happy birthday, Tilly! And thank you, dear Howard and Victoria, for talking me into the idea of adding a dog to the family. I remember just how reluctant I was...and I admit it, I was wrong and you were right....
I'm dealing with some difficult Life Stuff at the moment, so if you're one of the many people awaiting email from me, I apologize for the silence from this end -- and regret to say that unless it's something urgent, I'm unlikely to be able to get back to you before the end of next week. Thank you all for your patience.
In the video above, one of my absolute favorite bands, Mumford & Sons, performs "Sigh No More," a song that starts with one of my absolute favorite lines from Shakespeare: the moment in Much Ado About Nothing in which Benedick comforts and advises the suffering Beatrice with these simple, powerful words: "Serve God, love me, and mend."
I send this out to my own loved one who is suffering today, and to any of you out there who are having a rough time too.
all art and science." — Albert Einstein
"Throughout the time in which I am working on a canvas I can feel how I am beginning to love it, with that love which is born of slow comprehension." — Joan Miró
Seth Lakeman and his band are playing at Chagstock tonight (a music festival held in a cow pasture in the hills just outside our village), along with a bunch of other good folks, including the Oyster Band, whom I haven't seen live in years. This is my version of heaven. Rainy, muddy Dartmoor heaven, but heaven nonetheless.
The Bad Shepherds headlined last night, and were lots of fun (classic punk anthems played on folk instruments), but the highpoint of the evening for me was a jazz/folk duo from Bournemouth who play under the name Tinderbox. (Note to self: Pick up their new CD.)
Tomorrow, Howard's band, Nosey Crows, plays at Moreton Music Day, as does Susie Yorke's a capella group, The Wild Violets. Perhaps we'll see some of you local folks there?
I'm trying to raise money for a family member in financial distress (due to medical costs and related complications) and I'm having a big half-price sale of paintings like the one above. Take a look at the paintings in my Etsy shop, and if you would like to buy any of them at half the price they are listed for on the Etsy page, write to me care of the Endicott Studio (endicottstudio [@] yahoo.com]. (I'm also open to offers . . . .) Please spread the word to anyone who might be interested. Thanks, dear friends and readers.
God, how I hate the U.S. medical system. It truly makes me grateful to be living in England, where it's not perfect, but so much better.As of today there are five paintings left. . . .
"An essential portion of any artist's labor is not creation so much as invocation. Pat of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps, by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that "begging bowl" to which the gift is drawn. Remember Meister Eckhart: 'It were a very grave defect in God if, finding thee so empty and so bare, he wrought no excellent work in thee nor primed thee with glorious gifts.' " -- Lewis Hyde (from The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World)
There's a very nice post over on Midori's blog right now, by the way: Childhood's Wounds.