It’s usually only after I’m finished that I see it – everything (everyone) who made the journey from my heart, through my arms, into my hand that held the brush, that moved the paint onto the page. Most of them have made the journey so many times, I have to laugh at them packing up, saying “here we go” as they jump on the painted trail. 

Yesterday my mother arrived in her ruffled white blouse and red lipstick. My friend Ken brought his hat from the Easter parade (or let’s be honest, a simple Sunday brunch).  And they became coupled again — from a Good Life gallery opening — while the nested bird sets upon the life upcoming, singing that love lives on, ever. 

Maybe it’s harder to see while we’re in the midst of it — all this becoming. I think that’s why it’s so important to stop and take a look at the daily page. Give thanks for all those who bring the ruffles, who bring the nested hats — those ready and willing to meet you at the day you’re in, no matter the circumstance, and leap from your heart with a “Here we go!”