Surprising perfection

Last night I had intended to put the finishing touches on all my paintings-- to paint their edges, sign their backs, and wire them for hanging. But Sophie, our asthmatic cat, began struggling for breath, and the meds that usually bring her relief were having no effect, so 7pm found me in the offices of the local emergency vet clinic. Three hours and many many dollars later I headed home and collapsed into bed,leaving her at the vet and my paintings untouched.

So today was pretty crazy, trying to get everything prepped in time to make the 1 pm ferry to start hanging 40 pieces of art at 2:30 for a 5:30 opening. Phew! But it was all worth it: the people who came were absolutely wonderful and loved my work, and the time spent chanting Kirtan healed any stress I'd accumulated over the course of the day.

So now I'm in the ferry line, hoping to make it back to the vet before Sophie's 24 hour time is up, and basking in the extraordinary sense of well-being that occurs when you spend an hour sharing an essentially meditative practice with a roomful of like-minded souls. A perfect end to what I now realize has been, despite its stress, a perfect day.