LACMA - Los Angeles County Museum and ART - Dec. 26, 2025

What a wonderful museum and art gallery!!!   With the torrential rain storm continuing and surfing in the rivers on the freeway with flooding in the north we were so pleased we’d scheduled ourselves an indoor activity.  

Easy to access parking was great, the whole grounds was celebration of art, with exotic mounted animals sculptures and whimsical lights.  I had investigated LACMA months before joining for the Impressionists and Post Impressionist Exhibit. 

I’m a major fan of impressionist works since I bought my first Renoir print and the Picasso Man of La Mancho print to adorn my undergraduate  bachelor across from the University of Winnipeg.  Next I’d love the impressionist exhibits at the National Gallery in London  then it was just  something I looked forward to seeing travelling.  Like Brandenburg concertos for the eyes or the Beatles or Steely Dan.  There were superb exhibits of impressionists in New York’s MET,  Moscow and St. Petersburg.  Of course Paris was the best with the Louvre and Musee d’Orsay. 

Now I’m here in LA and have so enjoyed the impressionist exhibits  at the LACMA.  

There’s never a lot of impressionists together except at Musee d’Orsay or the Winter Palace.  At LACMA there were quite a few Claude Monet.  There was a Degas or two.  I loved the Renoir Sisters and vase of Roses. . There were a few Pissaro and Toulouse Lautrec.  Impressionists are always uplifting. I enjoy now that I’ve seen a few over time guessing who the painter is.  I loved seeing the American impressionists which I’d not known. I enjoyed seeing the Van Gogh. I  like the atmosphere of galleries and museums. LACMA is spiritual in that way. A mix of library and church. 

 

After the Impressionist exhibit we moseyed through the Realms of Dharma exhibit. I loved the accompanying history discussing the basic tenets of Mahayana Buddhism, multidimensions and Boddhisatavas, Compasion and Wisdom. The exhibit separated the original works from India and then showed how they’d spread through Nepal Tibet, Japan China and Korea.  

Next there was an exhibit of wood cuts from different times and different parts of the world. The only one that I really know is the Scream but these were all interesting as an early form of reproduction.

I’m not usually a fan of modern art but I really was taken by the Sierra exhibit, the Band, This was an installation of over 200 tons of steel made over 2 1/2 have years. A woman said she kept returning to it because it was her ‘church’.  I certainly felt ‘sacred’ standing inside the safety of folds of steel.  

I love art gallery and museum stores. It’s a very best place for buying art books and elegant gifts.   The Vancouver Art Gallery gift shop is a perennial favourite.   Now. LACMA was no exception.  I was able to buy Laura  designer sweats Christmas gift while she found the perfect gift for artist sister.  What fun.  An incredible day .  I love LACMA. 

Hollywood RV Park - Christmas Eve Day 2025

We awoke to heavy deluge and winds.  I’ve uprighted my Starlink and it’s working fine.  There’s a leak in the connection between the kitchen sink out outlet to the grey water tank. Flooding was warned on the news.

Laura is connected to the weather. My nephew is connected to the stars. My other nephews are connected to the baby and toddlers.

I continue to seek deeper connection with the Creator.

Today we might call the Creator, the primary programmer. Grace, the writer, who works at the front office told me ‘the law of attraction says that we attract what we are afraid of.  I’m really afraid of being a billionaire.”

I dreamed another recurring dream of shame , the incontinence and need to clean poo off my hands. Ironically I was just climbing the stairs as one who was allowed into the highest eschallon of academia. And there I was having to wipe poop off my hands.  I’m linked to the physical as I try to dove higher and seek the land for the ark. I’m carrying a leaf in my beak.

Madigan has peed on the mirror again. He piddles and marks territory at night while we sleep. It may be brought on by anxiety. He was barking and I ignored it. He takes too much delight in my responding to his alarms.

Yesterday I worked all day. A long day .  Starting at 9 am and ending at 7 pm. I worked through lunch too but caught up for my time off. The pressing concerns of patients were addressed. The pressure on Mary Lou alleviated. I have three more to see today The Starlink was knocked over in the wind and rain . I was concerned it might interfere with my work but I righted the tripod , took out one of the extensions and I’m still connected.

We found a service 15 minute away, choral Eucharist at the St. Andrew’s and Charles Episcopalian.  

Laura is up.  Hugs and kisses.  Madigan excited that something will happen.  I’ve made her coffee. I’m boiling eggs. He’s napping on the couch.  Severe weather warning.  Flooding roads. Advisory not to drive if not necessary.  I feel the unrest. I believe it’s the sailor in me. I wasn’t at all concerned about weather younger.  Also there’s the general fear and doom and gloom of media which I consume.  

And here’s its Christmas Even. I watched the Chosen and God coming into life as a baby.  Families are central to existence here. Everywhere I go I see men and women dedicated to little ones. I’m caring for my dog and for Laura who has given her life to children and also worked in health care administration.  

I don’t know what my dream means.  I climb to the highest pinnacle of success and I still shit. We watched F1 - formula 1 with Brad Pitt last night. Incredible racing car movie. I loved it. Ironically I feel like I’m flying in my vehicles. The first time was driving my Mustang at high speed. Then the Harley. Now I’m jockeying for position and totally alert in my motorhome.  This Thor is the challenge. I loved that the movie celebrated driving. There was Brad Pitt, Sonny Hayes, racing in any race or car - the Daytona, the Formula one , the Dune Buggy.  I’m enjoying the challenge of driving the motorhome but before it was cars, trucks and motorcycles and sailboats. 

I used to like long distance night driving but with my vision today I delight in the day.  

Just walked Madigan in a lull in the wind and rain. He met Abby , another little dog with her name on her jacket.  He didn’t poop but he peed and we both got a little fresh air. Some limbs from trees were knocked down  and the staff were going about in carts picking them up.  

It’s Christmas Eve day.  Laura says that the forecast is sunny and hot for the weekend.  It’s cozy here.  

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit.