As human beings, not only do we seek resolution, 
but we also feel that we deserve resolution. 
However, not only do we not deserve resolution, 
we suffer from resolution. We don’t deserve resolution; 
we deserve something better than that. 
We deserve our birthright, which is the middle way, 
an open state of mind that can relax with paradox and ambiguity. 
To the degree that we’ve been avoiding uncertainty, 
we’re naturally going to have withdrawal symptoms
—withdrawal from always thinking that there’s a problem 
and that someone, somewhere, needs to fix it. 

~ Pema Chodron

Wednesdays in Juneau



 Knocking things off the bucket list 
faster than I can list them!

On the third day of rain they had killed 
so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo 
had to cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, 
because the newborn child had a temperature all night 
and they thought it was due to the stench. 
The world had been sad since Tuesday. 
Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach, 
which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, 
had become a stew of mud and rotten shellfish. 
The light was so weak at noon that when Pelayo 
was coming back to the house after throwing away the crabs, 
it was hard for him to see what it was that was 
moving and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. 
He had to go very close to see that it was an old man, 
a very old man, lying face down in the mud, 
who, in spite of his tremendous efforts, couldn’t get up,
 impeded by his enormous wings.

~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez

"A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings"

Tuesdays in Ketchikan



Gorgeous day for our adventure into the
Misty Fjords like bush pilots from the 40's!






Surrounded by ragweed and burdock. 
The silo, crumbling then, invisible now. 
A nimbus of squirrel skulls glowing yellow in the dirt. 
My memory as empty. 
Did I climb to the barn’s lightning rod, or just threaten? 
We weren’t farmers. 
In summer, the dead man’s fields, ours via probate caprice, 
sprouted gladiolus, blueberries, rhubarb. 
We watched bewildered, filled vases and bowls, 
but most of it rotted where it stood. 
The daffodils still come up without me to cut, rubber-band, 
and sell them by the roadside. 
Four cars a day came by. 
Here’s the rusty coffee can I dreamed full of dimes.

Childhood, by Joel Brouwer


drawing: KAREN BARBOUR

Sundays in Vancouver


And we're off!


This is what I call being in sync . . . .


Me + the wee monkey
1968

#fbf

ELIZABETH + DAVID, 2014



This beauty left today for her new home
in San Francisco!

MAD Missives




"... there's nothing to do in Ojai
and not enough time to do it..."

SUZANNE GOIN : The Larder Baking Company


painting: CARRIE MAE SMITH

DRAKE Sings Let It Go


Wednesday!


EVE, 2013



And this cutie is off to her new home
on the other side of Ojai!

I love it when my bebes stay close by . . . .
I also love it when they go to far flung places. "-)

MAD Cooks: Counter Intuition


MARTA, 2014



MARTA, 2014
mixed media on wood
12 x 16

MAD Inspiration: Elisa Jimenez


ITHAKA, 2013



This beauty is on her way 
to her new home in Palm Springs!


MAD about : Jenny Saville



England's de Kooning.

Read about her latest exhibition here.

BONGANI, 2014



BONGANI, 2014
mixed media on wood
12 x 16

RIP: On Kawara


 

obit @ HuffPo

I AM STILL ALIVE @ twitter

@ The Guggenheim in early 2015

Sundays in Ojai


MAD About : Chrissy Beckles + Victor Amor



This is the work of the indefatigable Chrissy Beckles
Founder of The Sato Project, an angel here on earth 
whose mission is to fight for these precious angels
when they simply can't. 

Hard to watch, but also extremely inspiring + moving.

Please DONATE here if you are a lover of dogs
and a supporter of heroines like Chrissy.

MAD Missives



Growing Up in Real Time

The Job After Steve Jobs

love the Tiny House movement

TRASH Talk


painting: GARY KOMARIN

PE
AC
E

Run Like A Girl



#likeagirl

Paris, 2014

throw back to last month in Paris
with Eggs, my college sweetheart

#tbt

MAD About : Ellen Bennett of Hedley & Bennett



My obsession with aprons is one of the quirkiest things
you immediately love about me or roll your eyes
and think predictable thoughts
about like,
~ she must have been dropped on her head as a small child.
(How did you know that!?)

When I was teaching myself how to make my mother's favourite
cinnamon bundt cake from a Duncan Hines box,
I asked her to buy me an apron. It seemed like a more reasonable request than the please buy me The Exorcist request of the week,
 before so off we went to JC Penney to get me ready
for my culinary career.
Nothing there, so we went to Macy's.
Lots of aprons, but none for kids.
We trekked to the fabric store,
found a pattern {for adults} with a ruffled hem,
selected a few bright coloured fabrics and delivered them
to my favourite Aunt Felicia's house,
the woman who lovingly 
made so many of my most memorable
childhood dresses.

I wish I still had those aprons.


Then one day in the late 80's, while strolling the aisles of
my favourite designer, Morgane Le Fay, I discovered my first
apron made of chiffon and that was it. Aprons as streets clothes!

I wear them constantly, more often in urban environments,
but more and more now in Hippie Ojai 
{it's not much of a statement here where 
dreadlocks and mandala necklaces are the norm}.

Today I have easily found cute ones for
my sous chef Joons so things have clearly evolved.
Check out the Peanut Gallery at Hedley & Bennett.

What I love about Ellen Bennett's story is how she turned
what she perceived to be shortcomings in her own work situation 
into a brilliant, creative niche, fulfilling an unrecognized need
and creating an unconscious desire for something
both pleasing and pragmatic.
Not an easy task, but the hallmark of a true entrepreneur. 

Read this interview with the brilliant and beautiful Bennet.

Recently, in a friend’s kitchen I saw 
on the wall a quotation from one of 
Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche’s talks, which said: 
“Hold the sadness and pain of samsara in your heart 
and at the same time the power and vision of the Great Eastern Sun. 
Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.”

I was struck by it because when I read it I realized 
that I myself have some kind of preference for stillness. 
The notion of holding the sadness and pain of samsara 
in my heart rang true, but I realized I didn’t do that; 
at least, I had a definite preference for the power and vision 
of the Great Eastern Sun. My reference point was always 
to be awake and to live fully, to remember the Great Eastern Sun—
the quality of being continually awake. 
But what about holding the sadness and pain of samsara 
in my heart at the same time?

The quotation really made an impression on me. 
It was completely true: if you can live with the sadness of human life 
(what Rinpoche often called the tender heart or genuine heart of sadness), 
if you can be willing to feel fully and acknowledge continually 
your own sadness and the sadness of life, but at the same time 
not be drowned in it, because you also remember the vision 
and power of the Great Eastern Sun, you experience balance 
and completeness, joining heaven and earth, 
joining vision and practicality. 

~ Pema Chodron

Patricia Larsen in Ojai



In celebration of Gogo's birthday
I have been given this gorgeous painting
by Patricia Larsen, my very first!

Wait, what???

How does THAT work?!

Yes, that's just how it works with Gogo,
after a day of festivities in Santa Barbara
celebrating her newest revolution around the sun.



Finishing up a few commissions now
that I am back at studio de la O!

Wabi Sabi

. . . treasures from Japan via Paris . . .


. . . and then go here for the most spectacular response to this music video!

Gogo Visits Ojai



LOVE it when my Gogo comes to visit!

photograph : VICTORIA PEARSON

 

. . .  missing my birthday boy . . . 
 
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