Fast Forward through the end of the Scotland trip, up to San Francisco for the Meals on Wheels Charity Gala which raised 1.2 million for San Francisco Seniors, and right into packing for the big move to LA. Green boxes everywhere, and between Tom and me, there are 58 boxes of books. Does anybody care when you are moving? Oh no, everybody backs away, says call me when you get there. OK, I can deal with it. One more day. 
Here she is, inviting me to add watercolor to the paper and make some marks that attempt to look like flowers. Such fun. Such terror. Such a complete other world apart while the oil is being spilt in the gulf, the ash is spewing from Iceland and the film festival rocks on in the Cote d'Azur. We make marks and discuss the upcoming UK election and weave our lives inside each others. 
Imagine, driving up the hill to get your eggs, taking what you need, and depositing your money in an honesty box. That's the way to shop at Kellie Castle, Fife Scotland, and the drive back down the hill gives a spectacular view of Bass Rock, the Firth of Forth and the Isle of May. 
OMG, here is a judged television show that certainly rivals American Idol. It's We're off to see the Wizard, with contestants competing to be THE Dorothy, judged by a panel, and the last word going to none other than ANDREW LLOYD WEBER, who sits in the foreground on his throne. Incredibly talented 18 year old girls singing major musical hits and selling it. Mr. Simon Cowles has NOTHING on ALW. This is like Oz on steroids. On the night of elimination, the loser sits on a moon and is taken away while the crowd waves goodbye. Only in the UK.
We made it. The journey was smooth, but long. Scotland had a very harsh winter, and the late spring daffodils are still out in full bloom everywhere. The apple trees are budding, which splashes the countryside with various levels of green. The sun shimmers on the water. Today we drove to St. Andrews to shop for food. The bleachers are up in front of the 17th & 18th holes on the old course in anticipation of the British Open this summer.
Taking British Airways 4 p.m. plane to London TODAY, then connect to Edinburgh & drive to Fife. 
Suvan Geer's drawing, like Spencer Reece's poem MARGARET from the February 2010 issue of the Poetry Foundation's monthly magazine POETRY is one of those, when read, immediately asks to be read again. Because of copyrights, I cannot insert here, but can only say, like Suvan Geer's work of art, there is a whisper in it, and the silence inside the whisper stays with you and gives you something only poetry can. 
