October 25, 2017

Day 298

I am trying to be still these days to allow my true direction to reveal itself.  I laid in the grass on my belly and watched the spider webs dance in the soft breeze.  It was magical, and had the sun not been just right to make them gleam, I would not have even noticed them. 

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. - Pablo Picasso