...and birds chirping in the background on this cold winter morning as if to taunt me with their joy and song and carefree nature

As I drew closer I saw the canvas was blank and in bewilderment I asked, “what are you doing?” and the man laughed as he replied, “I'm painting can't you see” “But you have no paint” I retorted, “the canvas is empty” The artist replied with a smile, “Oh, that's because you look only for the art that is visible”

Remember the gift of the Now with its timelessness preciousness

We are a species of contradictions So intelligent, so powerful, with minds and hearts and creativity and ability so wide yet vulnerable and perhaps blind to our shadow side

Spacious Awareness like the eagle’s perch provides the bird’s eye view

We too are held in the womb of God Gifted with the spark of life and held in compassionate care