This morning I woke to the sound of fog horns out in the harbour and sun peeking into my bedroom from around the blinds. The little collage I made in San Francisco was still propped up on my bedside table and I meant to do something with it yesterday but the world’s peskiest migraine interrupted my day something rotten.
Cats wanted feeding and out and so I got up and made my tea.
Then I did my usual 30 minutes of checking on my favourite friends online while I drank my tea and found out that one of my friends is a little sad for a loss and sleepless nights. So I determined to make her a little blue bird of happiness today and send it out to her tomorrow with some nice tea, and while I was at it I took the collage into the studio too.
My friend is having trouble and feels the order in her life is a little messed up right now. As it turns out, this little bluebird doesn’t even like order, and, actually is much happier with chance and randomness, and that’s perfectly alright with me.
And it seems that a little California black bird has found his way onto the little torn paper collage, and so has the hibiscus and the bougainvillea I found on my walks thru the city.
So here they are on my autumnal mantle. I know, not much of an autumnal mantle as far as autumnal mantles full of ornate pumpkins, sparkly ghosts and chrysanthemums go, but then, you know, this is my mantle, and my friends who I care for, whether you are here in this city or on line anywhere in the world are in my heart, and San Francisco is a big part of my autumn so far, and that’s as real as it gets. 🙂