The train

The train is ready to threaten the heroin on the tracks in the Melodrama that my son will be in soon.

Today I spent time painting with a precious 14 year old girl. We sing and laugh, tell jokes and create works of art. 

Some days I just want to be a kid again.

Today I showed teenagers more about watercolor painting. They explored how to mix colors. Each of these colors came from two others. Their task was to match these swatches that I made for them.

Combinations - creating something new. Digging under the obvious to find what created the color that is obvious.

What is underneath your obvious? What made you into the person that you are?

Do you like what you have become? Can you delight in it?

I have to admit that at this very moment I am wrestling with discontent. 

O.K. so today my creative task was a bit of a stretch, but I did groom the dog-and he is grateful.

The eggs that I opened were meaningful symbols to many. The bits of fabric became part of their story. They were used in centerpieces at the Convergence Womens Conference. The people at the table thought of many meanings for them. The "baskets" were great conversation starters.

As women came to the prepared space they added bits of their hearts. They wove hearts and hands with God. Together a woven community of women. I really had no idea how meaningful this would be to people. I am glad I was a part of it.