I am leaving for Los Angeles at 3 pm today.  I have lots of library picture books for Trevor and Chloe and some new paints, construction paper, and a box of craft items to make fuzzy people with big googly eyes.

It's interesting how many things we are exposed to every day.  Today it feels like a rain of sorrow, hopes, and fears--a promise of new collaborations, and lots and lots of details, and emails.  Sorrow--a friend called yesterday to tell me that her girlfriend had been murdered by her lover.  Shocking.  A reader shares her son's suicide.  Tragic.  Another friend called today who is suddenly freaking out at the purchase of a high-priced piece of property. We recognize her liftetime pattern for risk-attraction, and decide it's okay to move forward.

This morning's newspaper's front page features tiny, starving children and families in Kenya--and I'm eating breakfast.

My world expands in and out as Icorrespond with the organizer of my seminar in Amsterdam, and the people in Santa Fe for next Fall's tour.  Undeliverable messages crowd my email after sending out my newsletter--more work to be attended to.

For now it's back to the fuzzy people with googly eyes for awhile.

Sunday, Fumiko, Robert, and Ellen Falcinelli are going to see a screening of The Celestine Prophecy movie in Walnut Creet at Unity Center.