I know the work is just starting. I long for time to just let the brush touches the surface w colors, forms, intention and then let it be. I know the time will come once life's priorities are well taken care of. I tremble at the next possibilities. I took a long walk on Moon light beach the other day. The sun was just ending. The colors drenched amidst the breathing sound of each approaching wave. I would hear it clearly in my heart. The same way as I had seen in the dancing rhythm of the trees @334 Warwick. It makes sense now. Each beating wave is a gesture that informs of what I had seen and felt among the trees that connects to every single fluttering leaf in synchronicity to the in out Rythm breath of my beating heart. I feel this living presence in the forever blue sky which seems to extend as if there is no end. I get on the road and just drive and drive on the 101 to feel this blue sky enveloping above me embodied by the blaring genius rock and roll sounds over the decades. It is as if they were once seen and felt of what I am feeling now and then became sounds of melodies and harmonies. Only if I could do the same on the flat surface. To embody and be that feeling.