Thank you so much Michael--I am endlessly inspired by you and your attention to the smallest things is a flower--thank you for your attention friend. xx
Deb - this is wonderful, and though I read it, I can hear your voice reading it to me. I am one of those people who abhors it is what it is, uh. Just a thing to say, for, what is anything? Keep digging that hole Deb, I can feel the dirt in my face and I don't mind at all because even the dirt is something other than dirt.
I love this so much I made the last section a poem for you, Deb. So lovely.
This
The flowers are just
doing their work
along with us animals
and the sunlight
and the ocean waves
and the rivers and rocks
and the moon, the weather,
the earth. I am a very slow song,
a very slow blooming thing. This
is what I know. This is the work.
Thank you so much Michael--I am endlessly inspired by you and your attention to the smallest things is a flower--thank you for your attention friend. xx
Ah! I love this response!
I’m one of those humans who feels a resonance, a connection. I feel like I can fall into your paintings. 🩵
Thank. you so much Lindsey--means the world to me!
I love your art and writing!
Thank you so much Kelsey--it's mutual!
I love this!! Always look forward to your writings!!
Many many thanks Harman--makes me so happy to read this!
Oh! I so love this story! Who, me?? YES! Your work is such a beloved world for me. Thank you, dear poeta with paints! xoxo
Also, "who me?!" Ha! I love that.
Deb - this is wonderful, and though I read it, I can hear your voice reading it to me. I am one of those people who abhors it is what it is, uh. Just a thing to say, for, what is anything? Keep digging that hole Deb, I can feel the dirt in my face and I don't mind at all because even the dirt is something other than dirt.
Thank you dear one---thank you for being here on earth together with me!