Originally posted on Brotherly Love:


Change of pace for today.

Circumstances dictate that I take a break from the outer landscape to concentrate on the inner, at least for today.

Had a crummy night last night. Dreams. I can’t recall exactly what they were, but I’m sure that some of them had to do with my mother, who died in February of this year. I haven’t been consciously grieving although I do have the instinct to pick up the phone and call her, especially when I am on the back deck and see a hummingbird, for example.

Today’s watercolor experiment:

I have always had an ambition to be able to show people, in visual terms, what I feel like on the inside. I have a hierarchy of ease-of-expression. It goes like this (from easiest to more difficult): 1) thinking; 2) writing 2.5) reading (if that can be considered a form of expression); 3) painting and 4)…

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