"Life is like a gift they say. . .

Wrapped up for you every day." 
- Glen Ballard, David A. Stewart

Parrot Tulips, watercolor

Wow, occasionally everything clicks. . .today was a great day of painting. . .tremendous.  It flew by as I stayed in the "zone" without thinking, without knowing what was happening.  Love it, love it, love it when that happens so completely, so utterly consuming.  Makes you want to shout it out from the rooftops. . .and since that's not really possible tonight, I'm just going to settle for blogging about it! 

"When you wake up every day

Please don't throw your dreams away. . ." 

More lyrics from Ballard and Stewart's song, Ordinary Miracle. 

Please do not misinterpret. . .I'm not here to singularly sound the trumpet on my own little slice of the world, but to remind us all, and truthfully maybe ONLY me (most especially) to keep the faith, follow your dreams, believe and don't give up.  Writing it down gives it life. . .writing it down says it's all real. . .

The exhilirating force of feeling so in love with what you do. . .

absolutely erases all sacrifice and hard work and does indeed seem like a gift.