Let your heart be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray. ~ Rumi
Like the tides that rise and fall with the gravitational pull,
Like the newly hatched Sea Turtles who instinctively head to sea,
Like the faithful trek of the Swallows to Capistrano,
Like the upstream migration of the salmon . . .
I am driven by the memory of what is to be for me - locked in my heart - my earthly purpose.
Starting a new project. A children's picture book. Inspired by a groundhog I saw running through Prospect Hill Cemetery in York ...
WAITING FOR OUR WINGS Back to the winged critters and the challenging composition. I was given excellent advice - my compo...
The kids at the Library should enjoy this painting. I did use layers of glazes in the sky and the clouds. I don't usually use gla...