Each day as the dawn draws back i hear echoes of thoughts waft through my mind of things to come and things gone by.
I sit and ponder the gifts of the day, my breath, my heart, my love and compassion for all living things. What gifts we bring to the world and what we
ask in return from this perilous oh so vast expanse of space we occupy.
Today; ups,print store,car wash,studio, my favorite place the paint store. I don’t work in the sense of what 95% of you do as I’ve been on full time disability since 2/19/13 but as you know that freedom came at a great personal cost. I am burying this next bit deep in this wordy post because it is only for those who take the time to read all the words. I have a chance to occupy a studio space in my town it would give me the opportunity to bypass the local, ” arts and craft” galleries that abound in this town and open a real working studio. If anyone wishes to contribute to this happening email me personally for the details, as a painter I have only one gift to give which is my work in exchange for such a chance. Today brings great hope to our world for it is a new day, a new chance to be the great humans we were all born to be. Some of us writers of words for lovers and lost souls or painters of things yet seen by this world. All of us are equally important and gifted in each right. Never forget that. Who you are and what you bring to life by simply existing is a gift unique only unto yourself, something know one besides you has to give. So shine on, the star that you are and look no further than the mirror in front of you for the beauty and strength you seek for its been in you the entire time.
All my love, all my strength I give to you for I need it not on this day or any other.