i had to do it

I really did not want to. I wanted to believe in the basic goodness of all people. I wanted to think that greed would not enter here. After all, what is there to be gained but the perversion of society, one person at a time. Is the collection and exchange of currency so attractive that some individuals will loose all dignity to obtain it? What part of the human mind is stimulated, satisfied by the absolute consumption of objects shiny, new, coveted. What sort of madness fuels this? I am talking about comment spam. Is there no end to the assault? I have had to turn on the word verification. I hope it will filter out the unwanted intrusion of someone elses weakeness!

Busy Day

It has been one incredibly busy day here at the gallery. Amazing. Each of the days runs one into the other. Even my sleep is filled with thoughts about work. I will welcome the time when transition is over and I have settled into my new routine. It will seem peaceful then, but only until the next change comes along and there seem to be many of those.

New View

People who enter the gallery for the first time since I have begun my changes have the same comment. I like the way things are laid out, I can see everything from here. they are talking about the position of the desk and till. I thought long and hard about where to place it, and yes, you can see everything from there. I sometimes wonder if we give as much thought to the placement of ourselves at home. Am I placing myself in the position where I can see everything? There is a sense of safety that comes from knowing you can see danger coming. I guess that is why I loved living on the prairies as a kid. I would stand out in the field and turn, looking in all directions, shading my eyes from the sun until I was satisfied that I was safe. Its a bit different living here. You might not see things until they are upon you. Part of me longs to stand in that field again, to hear the wind, watch the grasses bend and wave and feel safe.