We are called to do our work, be it cleaning, or painting, or fathering or dancing.
For me, the paint, the music, call me home every time.
I sit and watch the paint drip, and miss my home.
Each mark, a telling, a revealing, of my soul.
I'm know I'm asking a lot of you dear reader, but take a leap - join with me, though I know not where we'll land.
Everything is love, including the darkness.
Musical Ambiance: Loreena McKennitt