Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

6.06.2006

Beauty is...

















Seeing a Picasso in person.

Realizing how small this world is.

Watching the world go by from the window of a coffee shop.

Iced tea on a 93 degree day.

Possibility.

Wearing this skin well.

Getting a prescription for malaria avoidance.

Redemption.

Having your faith proved to be true.

Realizing that my shoes won't matter at all to a new world.

Choosing to surround yourself with healthy, truthful people.

Cooking salmon, vegetables and couscous.

Brilliance encapsulated in time: "The way of painting is to be found in the master who has the universe in his own hands. Wherever he looks, he sees only life, or the potential for life." Dong Qichang

Learning to like white wine.

Getting practice for my husband in the deep dissections of life with my best friends.

A door opened for a fully capable man.

My hair let down and tossed back over my shoulder.

Words used correctly - or incorrectly.

Memories collaged and captured beneath my paintbrush's wash.

Getting the map out and charting where I've been.

Dreaming of where I'll go.

Defying the obvious idea of who I am...to myself.

Being full of opposites.

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