I've been working on this piece for the last few days. The world and its struggles pouring into my eyes through images and words and leaking out into paint. Sometimes I capture so precisely what I am feeling, so that I can let it go, empty it back out, and scatter beauty.

The weather has shifted, hot boiling days dissolved into deep wind and cool air. It's still so dry but I can feel fall's rains coming.

Last night while the children slept I stood in the full moon's light.

And we always have poetry.