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During the creative process – your beautiful space.
I’m back! Toes in sand, pen in hand, brush on board.
I just realized I’ve been doing some things that are not my job. Maybe you can relate. Things like…. Worrying over outcomes that I have no control over.
…when you find that one accent color that just pops when you put it on your painting remember to use it as an accessory (just like a scarf)
Day has gathered all of herself and shines a light so bright that we who were watching in the shadows decide that we too must begin….gathering light
Eddie considers himself the perfect addition to any party any conversation any bouquet.
In the quiet we are owned by no one and our soul finds its needed rest
Who are you working for? When brush lights on canvas When music cues the dance When song finds its melody For whom are you working? What voice, what face, what memory, is there with you—admonishing, cheering, doubting or inserting fear?
What inspiration can you feed yourself today?
Flow from my soul Contained no more Gushing outward Licking up the dryness ‘Til it rolls back upon itself Like the ocean Bountiful and measureless So IS the Flow that lives in each of us We replenish each other Day by day Measure by measure
One of the many things to love about France is this: Meals are often enjoyed amidst the bounty of the gardens and courtyards! Friends gather in for locally made wine and bread (spread with amazing butter from nearby farm) and spend a leisurely couple of hours catching up with each other. It doesn’t hurt if off in the distance one can spy the lavender fields 😉
