NEED NOT FEAR
It had been my only quest, a feared it's ending.
A fear of running out and missing out.
A fear of losing myself and not being able to find myself again.
The remedy was to maintain my own paint hotel.
A backup of all the primary mineral colors and even some premixed
secondary color, which is easy to plow through.
And by doing so I create space to confront both fear and love.
THE MURMURING OF MISSING PIECES
News or no news. Ponderings and acceptances. Fresh starts, revelations,
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PAST POSTS (Selected)
Anatomy of an idea
Tea Takes Time
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Out Of This World
Course of action