Kooky, Epilogue
June 15, 2005
Details of a few of my finished paintings.
This is my second journal entry for today, but I just can’t resist, because I had another lovely "kooky" experience today, another "coincidence". Speaking of which, many thanks to everyone who sent me their own serendipitous stories. I love reading them & hope you continue to share more with me.
If you are a regular on this site, you know my adjustment to life in LA has been a mixed bag, and meeting people I really connect with has been one of my biggest challenges. Another challenge has been my hair, and during the entire ten months I’ve been here I have continued to go to Santa Barbara for haircuts. Last week I finally went to a salon I had my eye on for a while called Ohm Salon and made an appointment. The receptionist chose the stylist for me as I was a new customer, so it was a total crapshoot.
Today when I walked in for my appointment, one of the stylists immediately looked up and gave me a friendly hello and I thought to myself, "I hope she’s the one!" Sure enough, she called my name and we were off to the races. As she was cutting my hair we were discussing my paintings, and I noticed a tatoo on her wrist. When I asked her for a closer look, I saw that it was a tatoo of a rose with wings. I just stared at it, explaining to her that one of the main elements in many of my paintings are wings. Wings are what I’m doing more than anything these days. And here they were on the wrist of a woman I’d just met, but who I already know will be a regular figure in my life, at the very least as the fabulous stylist with the two bulldogs who cuts my hair.
Sometimes it can be difficult to be patient when looking for kindred spirits in a new city, but when you finally find them – wherever they are – it is such a unique treat. Like tiny seeds beneath the ground that you don’t even know are there until the rain comes and the flowers pop up, sometimes future friends walk among you for months or weeks or years until that perfect time when your worlds are meant to collide. And a tiny set of wings lets you know you are on the right path.





