Update HDS: Hazy with a chance of blisters

I found this today. No idea who this composer is. Seemed to fit this post.

I haven’t been posting much because it has been busy as hell around here. I’ve been reading though. Reading all the posts, typically when I’m in between things at work as a kind of pallet cleanser. I spend hours in numbers then read up on what humanity is doing…back to numbers.

I’d rather read about what you folks are up to, regardless of how sad, than read the news for even five minutes. Crimes against the world. That is all I read and see. Crimes, sadness and no solutions. And I so love solutions.

No painting to post today. I’ve been busy digging my entire yard up with an electric tiller. There is something strangely satisfying in that. Erasing my yard so that native things can grow here. Cactus, lantana, Texas heather. Sunflowers. Especially the sunflowers. The unsung hero of summer, at least for me.

There are a few spring wildflowers still lingering by the side of the road. Last night there was this lone metallic green bee quietly pollinating one of them. The red and yellow flower, the metallic green bee. Why end it when there is such beauty to be found along the side of a city road? People don’t stop in their lives and just look.

The need to go here and there do this and that. It consumes us all. I look around and folks are talking, singing, screaming, fucking, driving drinking, eating.

Few are just sitting by the side of the road and looking. Looking at this little green bee that lives a solitary life. Not a famous bee like the honey bee or the bumble bee. A quiet bee that lives alone. I’d have missed it if I hadn’t stopped to look. Like the little green bee most beautiful people are missed because no one bothers to stop and look. When I look at the screen names here I see each as such beauty. Each of you. Quietly going about your day. Pollinating some left over wildflower that is still lingering from spring. Consumed in thought. Sad or happy. Perhaps your toes are just over the edge of the cliff and you are looking down on the river below, turbulent and shallow. Maybe treading water but no one notices that you are in fact drowning. Hands under the water looking like you are climbing the latter, your head bobbing up and down.

Or maybe today you are the quiet little metallic bee. Mindfully perched on one of the last spring wildflowers by the side of the road during a hot Texas summer. Cicadas and cars loud in the background. But you don’t notice tonight because you have found this flower. And the beauty of it? It allowed you to live one more day.

Be kind
Love yourself.
HDS