How can it already be May?? Someone mentioned to Ted that they were disappointed I've not written lately. I sometimes forget that other people read these mini essays.
What's on my mind? Mental health. Not mine, although there's always room for improvement. I'm very happy for the most part (and doing yoga again early mornings at the Inn). Still keen on the desert after four years. Still happy to get up each morning, and go outside and watch the mountains, cacti, vultures...
No. I'm worried about our guests. I had not thought that people who come to stay here, for short or long visits, may not have my desert-centric calm. They may work themselves to the point of exhaustion without realizing it. Or have a panic attack. Forget to drink water. Or react badly to some of our critters. I am not prepared for these strong emotions, how could I be? But I need to develop a plan when there's an issue. Or be proactive, post warnings.
There is a frenzy when people visit, that they should have wild experiences, do drugs at music festivals, party naked on the sands, buy houses and flip them, or get rich quick off of Airbnbs. That the art/music/creativity should flow effortlessly. None of it is true. Everything is risky.
Last month three different acquaintances lost their leases. There's a brutal order here, and no way to absorb excess population. We are trying to help, and hopefully won't be sorry, later.
Ugh, that's pretty bleak.
We had a great opening of our new Palm Springs studio yesterday. Mland is still chugging along, although the City is on me, blah blah. And I got into the Mexicali Biennial, my first! That felt good! We will build a portable corn maze golf hole. Fore!
Anna does most of the writing. Ted does most of the photos. But sometimes we switch. We are repairing a distressed property in 29 Palms, California, and eventually hope to run an artist residency there.