A day without intentionally putting a paintbrush in the hand of my inner 5-year old is a day that my grown-up self suffers. Dilettante though I be, it is through art that it becomes clear to me that intimacy is pausing to look deeply into time to see what’s possible. From there comes the light of realisation that every day is an easel, and the return of the dawn’s light magically places a fresh canvas before us.
Our choices are the palette, and we create our life with our words, eyes, hearts and hands.
Paint your day using a rainbow-hued array of watercolors, playing until your heart is content. Do so with full awareness that the Love creating Eternity is the frame for your masterpiece and your community is your gallery, and miracles become ordinaries.