The Weather, Bea Arthur & Trust

This is Clay here. It seems the Bay Area often functions as one big city, with people traveling daily from one end to the other and in circles within. It is not uncommon, for instance, for me to be in a place like Walnut Creek experiencing 103 degree weather in the early afternoon, and then to find myself a few hours later in San Francisco, freezing in a damp fog with the temperature at about 55 degrees. Sometimes I cry during all of this because I feel I should be raining...

That last part isn't true... but that's my prerogative.

I was going to begin a continuing story in this, my first blog. Instead I want to write briefly about Bea Arthur, who in my mind and my life, is a true legend of comedy and television. I remember getting a text that she had died, about 15 minutes before going on stage for a matinee of "Marsha Eats A Cake". We had a remarkably small audience that day. No joy! I remember thinking that if Bea had come that day (as if by magic) I would have been embarrassed.

Coincidentally, every day of my life since then has felt like a "new" time. As I'm sitting here now... the Golden Girls playing in the background, I like to think that Bea Arthur is with me. I like to think that she would approve of what I'm doing with my voice... but that she'd want me to have more courage with my art... or maybe just more trust in the universe. I'm sure that most dead people want us to have more faith in the universe... but I like to think that Bea Arthur is with me now... That is my point.

Also, a thought... It's amazing what we draw to us when we don't trust ourselves! Not the good king of amazing either.

Peace,
Clay