Living

A maze of happenings

 

 

 

I was only 10 years old as I walked along the shoreline collecting beautiful and colorful worn glass. I thought of it as my fine sea treasure that I would have my entire life and I was right because  it still is a treasure to me.
I found time to live then as I live now with my treasure time painting  pictures as colorful as my beach glass and as meaningful as when I was 10 years old. Those are living times of pleasure in my heart.

 

 

And I always finish my paintings, coloring in the many sections I create out of self love. Sometimes my trees sway or my grass is blue, flowing like a great river, or crashing like the mucky brown troubled lake does on a not so nice day in the winter.

Then as I gaze carefully at the water, the waves freeze in place as winter settles into its still ways.

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