Reflections...

I am still awestruck, looking at this beautiful pond in all lights: reflections in the water, or to quote Claude Debussey, 'reflets dans l'eau'; it is as if all creativity is made manifest here in the light.
I can imagine Monet's last creative years... surrounded by such elegant beauty and creating those timeless paintings. 

Last night in the early hours, an enormous clap of thunder pealed out in the dark: I am not frightened of storms; and remember cascades of thunder as a child in East Africa,as huge weather systems stalked about our horizon.


I am so grateful for this gift of circumstance; to be here in the America, adopting a new life.


Today we met with our builder/architect to discuss the plans for our house... we talked in a diner in Dryden, over coffee and eggs, and toast.


And we returned home to find that the chipmunks have eaten us out of house and home; all nuts gone, and the lard feeder swinging, empty, in the wind. 


Nature!


Nicholas

A sudden flash of light cuts through a darkened sky, red bark is illuminated, striations of brilliant colour revealed...there is life, there is movement, there is beauty.


Today, Nicholas heard an East African accent, a man who had lived here for 16 years, having lived most of his life in Kenya, spoke with us about our kitchen, but also about a life the two of them knew, a bright unexpected encounter.


A friend I worked with on Broadway is here, in Ithaca performing for the next few weeks, in all the world, we will meet again, here, after nearly 18 years...


These are the seemingly chance events, the outwardly random events, that we inwardly know, if we dare to believe, are anything but...


Judy