I have always watched the sky. Since I was a small girl and bought my first telescope I have starred upwards as far as my eyes could see. Day or night it didn't matter and it hasn't yet. I feature the sky in most all of my paintings, I also have both the sun and moon tattooed on my body. Over the years the heavens have taught me many a cunning trick to grow my plants, and have shown me tell tale signs of trouble on the horizon. Often I may be caught gazing as if day dreaming, when in truth I am watching for signs.
This year the one spring sign I am missing is rainbows. My collection of rainbows is vast. But here we are, near past May and my portfolio remains empty as I have yet to catch sight of a sensational stripe across the blue. Shimmering in the rays to show me that rain has surrendered. Raised as I was the absence of my beloved rainbows in combination with current meteorological, geopolitical, and astrological events gives me pause.
Perhaps we should hold tightly to something/one.
