Rain of falling joy
Sun shines quiet
Sky beneath my feet.
North Carolina Mountains
Looking out from a parking lot
These are the small moves made in magnification. It is a blessing, a longing, a path. When time is of the essence; when energy must not be wasted; we become trust.
What is trust? Trust is that we make marks with confidence. This confidence freely given.
We drink so deeply within the presence, we do not know failure. We shed the self-consciousness of our own being. We feel that which is greater than ourselves.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower