“The inner is foundation of the outer
The still is master of the restless
The Sage travels all day
yet never leaves his inner treasure”
Home from three juicy trips to the bay area in less than a month, and I am ready to simmer in my nest-pot. This place of gathering has gone quiet with all of my off-screen movement, and it has to be okay. The paintings that will accompany the words of my book are busy weaving themselves in color, while a part of me remains observant...in the margins in black and white, stirring soups, reading stories, kissing boo boos, and noticing life's endless circles.
Wishing you moments this winter which take your breath away, an unseasonably sunny day to go outside and soak, to milk the soft, still season by being tender and aware.