Remember the book, The Artist’s Way, The tiny events one did with oneself, the Rated-PG kind, were prescribed by Cameron for filling the well of inspiration within the container of attention.

This Sunday I plan to start artist’s dates again. I’ll enter one into my calendar for the afternoon. The West Coast fog lifts after lunch, it will be warm and bright.

We’ll keep it simple, my artist and I, and follow what feels relaxing to the mind. The shift into a receptive, curious mode for an hour or so will flood the brain with serotonin, like eating a bar of chocolate.

Already a sense of anticipation is starting to build around this plan to meet go to the ocean or a museum or watch planes take off at the airport. The generative aspects of my psyche will guide the date. My creative self and I, the two of us, no phone, no distractions, flaneuring, Sunday.