I’ve been told by people who ought to know that writing on a computer after a concussion and brain bleed can be dangerous. I need to take it slow, I’m told. To write as briefly as possible (never a strength of mine) and then rest the eyes and the brain afterward.

This is new to me, but I have no wish to end up lying on the floor again, so I’ll say this is my last post of the evening; I’ve gone over my prescripted quota already and will soon be repreached by one of those powerful women I always write about.

This is my last post of the holiday. I hope you had a good one (I did; it was peaceful and quiet), and I will be up and writing in the morning. I have to cancel my Mansion and Bishop Gibbons appearances for a week or so; I am doing what I am told to do. Tomorrow, Maria will help me and return to her studio work.

She wants to help me and must keep her life going. We have a good plan for that and will follow it.

I have some healing to do, but we will edge towards normal tomorrow.

As with concussions, my eyes are still a little blurry; I think I can resume my regular reading tonight.

My very determined goal is to see that she never has  her life subsumed in mine.

She’ll go to work, make some art, sell some art, visit her friends, and take care of her business. She’s doing a lot for me right now, and I appreciate it. I have a list of people to call tomorrow if she needs or wants relief. So far, she doesn’t.

Here are my color and light photographs of today. I hope they do what Joseph Campbell thinks they ought to do.

 

I don’t want to overlook my small flowers; up close, they are riveting.

Heart of a flower

Heart of a flower again

The ghost of O’Keeffe.

The soul of a flower. Mother Nature is the world’s greatest artist.