Morning Papers

Looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope

This came from a dream, or a memory or a vision, a vision of "who" is hard to say, but probably the book "Women Who Run with Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes

One way in which I start the morning brain neurons firing is by creating a word map.

Flowers, foiliage and trees are the quickest most inviting thing for me to draw. I used to journal as if someone in the future would read it. Now i just journal and that is awesome.

Made of the stars a flower grows from the yellow sky. The blue stars radiate mysterious nutrients.