I am very grateful and encouraged by long chats with Adele. Today we spoke for an hour, reviewing recent activities and finally, asking each other to imagine a best-case scenario for Bunnell’s management. Ideally, how would we each delegate the work that needs to get done? There’s artistic and executive direction, gallery management, book keeping and event-promotion protocol, policy review and development planning. Bunnell has grown so much by embracing the strengths of the people who lead it. My rain stick is shaken again and my effervescence arises.
I also imagine new opportunities for myself outside of Alaska. On Sunday, we drove an hour and half north of San Francisco, thru Petaluma, Sebastapol and Occidental to Monte Rio on the Russian River. In this area, Papa spent a lot of time – as a child, he swan in the Russian River with cousins. As an adult he lived in Petaluma amongst chicken farms and walnut trees. I was amazed at the beauty of landscape. Towering redwoods at the river, buttressed by rolling hills dotted with oak, cows, vineyards. Lots of farms, art, yoga, flea markets, thrift shops, bike paths…the variety of environmental and cultural opportunities astounded me, but very much less of Marin wealth and more of Humboldt humility. I could live here, not far from the city, tucked among trees.