The skies were beautiful on Saturday just before dusk -- heavy clouds bluffing more than threatening, blown eastward out to sea while the sun headed downward to the west. The sky as future, as possibility, unsettled and dynamic, up in the air, inscrutable. Later this week, I'll fly above the clouds to spend a couple of days at a conference, a little professional development and networking. More ideas to toss around. And in between, air time, perspective.
We drove over to the Fort Point Arts Open Studios (driving because we were coming from my place, but we should have parked at D's and taken the T - between an unexpected Occupy Boston march and the Boston Book Festival, we couldn't get back across the city, sigh). We didn't stay long, stopped to visit friends and popped into a few studios to see some interesting work. It occurs to me now that good contemporary art is just as unsettling and disruptive and inscrutable as that sky. It's why I go, to shake up my brain, see where the pieces land and make new connections.
In the meantime, here on earth, there's all the preparation and anxiety, trying to nail control what can be controlled before turning it all over to the great Whatever Happens.