
Just Another Friday
Woke up this morning looking forward to the weekend… the only time of the week I don’t feel the constant pressure of having to do

Woke up this morning looking forward to the weekend… the only time of the week I don’t feel the constant pressure of having to do

Continuing with waves… its fun practice and becoming one of my favorite subjects.

Crashing waves… foam… the mist from the water… flow… the thundering yet peaceful sounds. Zen.

Spending the first years of my life close to the ocean has left a lasting impression on me… almost 40 years later. I have so

I feel like I’m being thrown down every time I get up… tossed around like a rag doll just fighting to get some air. It’s

Zen Tangles make me think of Alien worlds… worlds with little caves and colonies that are occupied by creatures from another planet.

Another day… another opportunity to distract the ongoing conversations in my mind… I decided to give my brush pen a try and see what happens.

I’m here and ready to share. It’s been so long since I’ve kept this to myself. I think about it, beat myself up almost every