I think St. Joseph, our garden saint, is praying for something whenever the sky is blue. I doubt this is true, but it feels like it to me. The statue gives out warmth and feeling.

The statue, Ed Gulley’s disintegrating Chinese, the yellow bush, and the plant vase all come together and send out solid spiritual vibes and spirits.

It’s just a feeling. Lately, I’ve been putting my hand on St. Jo, as I call him, and thinking about the spiritual realm and my ambitions. I always look for ways to be better.

He’s growing in importance to me; Zip and I often hang out there.

I want to go to sleep every night knowing that I have done something that day that will improve other people’s lives; this is, to me, the sign of an entirely successful life.

Increasingly, I put the haters, snoops, correctors, and intruders into a particular category. To be hateful tells me they are living what was done to them and passing out bile into the world.

Doing good is the opposite; it sends good feelings into the world. I believe we are entering a Spiritual Century.

At an art show, I got this lucky paper machine duck from our artist friend Emily Gold today. Maria bought it for me, and it is not hanging above my computer where I can see it all day.