From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.
Peace, love and profound ideas. Well, maybe just peace and love. These times, these troubled times are so damn hard. I feel often utterly heart-broken. I’m learning to carry that broken heart like I would a baby bird. Breathing life into it, hopeful, a bit reluctant to think too much about the future. My stand is that I want a cease-fire. I don’t want anyone to die, not in the name of peace or revenge or land or ideology. My prayers soothe me. My art soothes me. What are you doing to care for yourself?