my summer freckles are fading. my boy’s tan line where his back meets his butt is slowly going away. in the mornings, before the mugginess sets in, the air is as crisp as an apple. maybe not as sweet but it does okay for brooklyn. the leaves are still on the trees but the color yellow has made an appearance.

i bought two new folders, yellow and green, a notebook, three pens, one easel and five beautiful sheets of watercolor paper. oh and i forgot to mention the two sketchbooks. two. one big and rectangular. one small and square. i am actually loving time in them both. i am creating. small things, big things, heady things and simple things. the small and simple are my favorite.

it is good to be back in new york. right now, today, it feels like home. although i am convinced i have like three homes. brooklyn, denver and norman. i need them all at different times and in different ways. i need norman because of it’s trees and walks and heat and francis. denver has the air i love and the evenings are cool. it also gives me a lifestyle of health and balance that helps me grow and see. but new york lets me create and dream and live. i know myself better here than anywhere and i really like myself here. is that strange? for some reason it feels strange to say. it has taken me a while to feel strong here.

summer is fading. my time in the west helps me to be here fully. fully here, knowing i have little homes with family and dear friends always open to me. and really my home is with curtis. curtis and the trinity. always there, always loving and inviting me to be freely myself in their presence.

it is good to create. it can help ease the sting of frustration/fear/apathy/loss/knowledge.