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” I dearly love the state of Texas, but I consider that a harmless perversion on my part, and discuss it only with consenting adults.” – Molly Ivins

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Make that select parts of Texas: San Antonio was as great this year as Austin was last year.  The class went stupendously well. People were working like mad things all over the studios (so true that I never got everyone into one photo) and the Sparks were flying! The class (and the, well, rave anonymous course evaluations – thanks, folks!) left me with a great deal to contemplate regarding the differences between short, intense teaching experiences as opposed to long involved mentorships.  (Well, I will when things slow down to a contemplative pace.)

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I stayed with folks whose company I truly find a great deal of pleasure in, and it was wonderful to hang out again: easy and enjoyable.  Another friend drove down from Austin on Sunday night, and in a short space of time, amid laughter, fine Tex-Mex and storytelling, we hatched some stirring plans. Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long while will soon become a reality, with a brilliant twist, thanks to Judy’s idea. I’m excited!

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They were full, busy days and I was happily tired each night. I didn’t have the time or inclination to cram in tourist-y stuff on top of it, but I did have an hour or two here and there just to observe all the amazingly odd things that grow in that part of Texas, which I love to do.  And every day, I got to pick and eat fresh Satsuma oranges from Beck’s laden front yard tree: sublime.  Monday, between packing up at the school studio and getting on the plane, I had a wee while to wander the San Antonio Riverwalk, which also felt like visiting an old friend. It’s one of the finest features of any city I’ve ever visited, and Beck helped clarify its appeal for me when she said, “It’s on such a human scale”.

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Up in the air, heading east, I popped for internet access just for the hell of it, and discovered that an odd new class I’d proposed was accepted (similar in book-ness to the San Antonio class’s paper-ness). Home, and Paul was off teaching, but had laid in some of my favorite food; I unpacked and tackled massive paperwork for the morning.  Yesterday, bright and early, and for hours, I was instructed by a pleasant, friendly woman in the draconian processes of how and when I can collect unemployment while free-lancing (She said, “Oh, I understand.  I was married to two artists. Not at the same time, mind you.”). And then, back home, a nice new solo show came in, booked for a year from now.

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This weekend, the Respite reception at Vespine, and a talk at Evanston Print and Paper, both of which promise to have a healthy attendance.

I have to say, I am liking the New Life so far, and I have every indication that it’s going to continue.  I’m just as busy as I ever was, but there..is…no…stress. It’s  charged, positive energy all the way.

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Speaking of which, here is a lovely interview with Aimee Lee, and another, and I also thank her for the shout-out.

I also want to shout out about this great class with Alicia Bailey out at Hook Pottery Paper, and, if you are in Chicago, this sale; Andrea and Jon make marvelous things, and I love the way the New Life is working for them, as well.

More evidence that positive energy multiplies; it creates its own abundance.

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Delicious abundance!