Swirling

Swirling effortlessly.

Clouds and brushstrokes.

A mess of colors, come together. Blend.

Dots, pulled. A mess. A hair.

A little bit different.

This pull that way, this color another way.

Up and down, spirals , in and out. Around. On the board. Crossing over.

Blue and Pink and Purple. Meshing together.

Why can’t we?

Lessons

I’ve been pondering, introspecting, wondering.

I’ve learned many lessons in the last few years. Here are a few on my mind this morning:

  1. Words said in anger are truth. Anger grants us the energy and courage to speak those harder truths
  2. What’s in the parenthesis is often more important than what’s outside of them

Pay attention.