i am thinking that my thoughts, as expressed, are only parts of thoughts. i want more than that. i am also drifting back to paint and paper. i am sure i will drift back again.
today was like a space. a place separate from worry. and there was warm wind, leaves, and looking back. there was wondering about time. about art. about everything. and most of all there was no noise. the electric kind. no buzzing. only purring.
