March 20, 1999: And the voice said to me…
The sky shall bless all who believe—no cloud more mighty then he whose vow is to bring peace. Listen openly to all songs being shared—for each is a lesson learned then taught to others, they, who are willing to face the addicting strengths of being one with a bird’s song.

I only paint what floats from this writing instrument. I rarely, if ever, go back to read…unless the heart needs changed or the arms sit so silent that my stomach begins to hurt. It’s then that I’m free to walk the grave of depression.