I step into my studio this morning and sigh. It is a sigh of relief; a burden lifted. I feel each care shed away as if I am a baby bird molting; sheding my old feathers to replace them with ones that can fly. I am free and I am light. I am carried by the rythms of music with each brushstroke weaving a story and the story is a good one. It is mine. My story. I am the narrator, producer, writer but not the editor. At least not in the studio. The studio is the unedited, uncensored and the completly unabashed chamber of my soul.
I am grateful.
Find your sacred space and breathe.