something hit me in the grocery store today, something sad. i was reaching for a bottle of capers and it was like an emotional hot flash. suddenly i felt quieter and kinder and like i was missing something or someone, missing badly.

this is my favorite season, this beautiful fall, and it is also a season of loss for me. mom and martha died in september, dad in october, jim in december. i lost forever the freedom of never having to think about my heart in november. the weather is blessedly cool, even cold - which i adore, the colors are crazy spilled paints on even the most depressing canvas, everything that is dying is beautiful.

i went to an art show yesterday. my darling cyndi was showing her mosaics and 3d collages at a place called the casket arts builing in northeast minneapolis. they used to make caskets - for people, not for wine) there years ago, and now it is 4 floors of warm stone walls, planed and polished wood floors, skylights and comfortable cushions, and 4 stories of artists.

cyndi's art was the best of course, and how pretty she was in her blazer and black skirt! she fixed a round of vodka pomegranite cocktails on the rocks, and, after visiting with her, i went off to explore.

the artists, all siting in studio, seemed very far away from me, even if they were happy to have visitors, which most were. there were a few that seemed to be slathered in their own pain, so as to have a greater impact on the viewer. after all, if you want to be an artist you have to be afraid of something.

i felt out of place. even the pieces i loved the most could only hold me for a minute, because it hurt to look at them. where does this come from? the ideas for the color, texture, content, medium? how do they think this stuff up? it makes me feel like i am missing something. i gues this is the appropriate season to feel that.

i want something. i want to be something like they are, do something like they do. i don't understand any of it, and it scares me.

on the other hand, like i said, you have to be afraid of something, right?