Stopped in traffic on my commute,
the sun following me, peeking through the trees
Watching students in the Mosaic program
turn bits of torn and tattered paper
into personal expression and community building
Smelling sandalwood and bergamot during my evening meditation,
darkness enfolding the quiet within
Feeling the crisp edges of fried croissant
(yes, fried- say hello to the cronut, the king of all donuts)
crunch between my fingers before I bite into
its sweet, buttery decadence.
Painting, sharing, exploring
with my fellow creatives in our Artist’s Way group
From where does your beauty come in your own life? How do you capture it?