This is the first day of the last month of my 30’s. Two months ago I moved my life to a different state. Following an inkling of curiosity that has been resting in the back of my mind for over a decade.

Today I need to go to the container store because the storage space in my new bathroom is narrow and deep and currently all my curling irons and brush and blow dryer and random assortment of other bathroom things are crammed in from front to back in no particular order so that anytime I need something that isn’t right in front I have to pull out everything in a big pile. And then of course I’m annoyed and in a hurry when I’m done, so I shove everything right back in…in even more of a chaotic jumble then when the day began.

Isn’t it cool that there’s a container store near me? If you aren’t familiar, it’s a huge store dedicated to things to put things in. I love things to put things in. I also need to get some shelf shelves…ever heard of that? At the new pottery studio I’m a member at, we have one dedicated shelf to put our work on. It’s probably around 16 inches tall. (Note to self, measure shelf and bathroom storage before you go to the container store.) So, this pottery shelf needs to really be used advantageously because it’s the only one I have and gets full pretty fast. I sometimes have a few pieces I’m working on as tall as the shelf but mostly I’m making smaller things so I need a shelf for my shelf. Everyone in the studio has them. I’m new to this shelf on shelf business.

Speaking of business. It’s March and to no surprise of mine, it’s been a really slow beginning to the year. My goal was to finish some personal things in Jan/Feb knowing I wouldn’t have much paid work, but mostly I spent time getting settled in my new home. I’ve been getting to know my new housemates, who are wonderful. Recently, I discovered I love living with people. I had been living alone for what felt like a long time in Spokane. So many nights leaving a show or a dinner or anything out and about, I would feel this pit of sadness in my heart knowing I was returning to a quiet house. Even with the sweetness of my furry friend’s greeting me upon arrival…Bug always waiting in the garden, Ana napping on the bed…I still often felt so isolated and alone. Knowing every human interaction in my life had to be planned. After selling my house I lived with my parents, my grandpa, and our combined three dogs. It was a beautiful respite. Giving my mom a hug every morning and chatting over my coffee and her tea.

Here, in Pasadena, where I landed…I have two lovely women and two cute doodles as housemates. And the house right behind ours on the same property has a lovely couple with another doodle and a foster baby. The wind or God or the universe guided me from one safe, loving home to another. My mom says we should give God the credit for this one. When I moved, I didn’t know what was next, but I knew I had to go. It all worked out much easier than I ever expected. Especially after many years of unique challenges in my life, the ease of transition to Los Angeles has been quite a surprise. Like it had all been lined up waiting for me to get my shit together.

I might go to Sephora today too because I think I mentioned I’m almost 40. They have lots of things there to help hide the very real results of living 40 years on this turbulent earth. In the last 6 months I have gotten exponentially more grey and sun spotted and fine lined. Amazing how aging simultaneously reveals your vanity and dispels it as you realize how much a waste of time it is to care so much about what you look like. In my heart I feel a sunny glow. Or maybe that’s just the sun actually shining on me as I write this. I picked a lemon and passion fruit today and a handful of kumquats on my walk.

Next up, other than getting organized with containers…I have my first markets of the year scheduled (York Manor, Renegade and Jackelope). I’m going to Europe for my birthday! I’m really excited to be launching my first illustrated poetry book and I’m writing music for a very special recording project I’ll share more about soon. There’s so much to look forward to.

I hope you are looking forward to spring getting into motion. In the midst of horrendous news coming at us daily, I am holding so much love in my heart for what is still available to us. Beauty, connection, forgiveness, creativity, growth.

Happy March,
Kf