Delicious quiet
Waving grains of truthfulness
A movement of peace.
The sun has risen
Every day of existence
Rise again in peace.
Flow through the quiet
Paint your life with harmony
Of new creation.
Life and Art flow through the Quiet.
Peace. I ask of thee old river . . .Peace. Peace. Peace.
Today, Dennis and I drove up to Paradise to visit homes, friend’s homes, schools, and businesses of our past. All burned.
I don’t have much to write about today. No words can express the amount of devastation.
The only thing that I can think about right now is . . .
When I am teaching drawing and doodling, I have a phrase that I use rather consistently.
Thinking about the whole picture is too complicated.
You can only draw one line at a time.
And when all is said and done, that idea applies to most things in life.
You can only draw one line at a time.
Peace.
