All month the painting speaks to me, teaches me what it is to surrender. Surrender to what the body wants, needs, craves, demands. You cannot rush the body. Surrender.
We need new positive stories to seed for the future. We are drowning in dystopian visions, both real and imagined these days.
Perhaps it’s the similarity with the landscape of the land of my birth, Jamaica, that caused me to fall in
What do you want? To sing, laugh, play, spread joy, comfort sorrow, bless babies, commune with cats and dogs, dance
In these stressful days filled with all manner of ecological and social turmoil, it is helpful to be reminded of