Paint
The layers have kept coming, and I have learned to enjoy it. As I type with a braced hand, I see the value in slow and steady. To make peace seems a resolution to more of the same. It comes. Does it? This is the value of getting up in the morning. It is our gift —our rhythm. We wake each of our blessed days, and we stand in awe of the refreshment. Color and complexities. Texture. We keep adding. Things are scraped away. And some are washed.
Morning Light, Gina Renee 2020
