The muses are swirling around....

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I firmly believe we can achieve world peace through art journaling, universal health care, and subsidized massage therapy for all.  Tell me we would not all be better off with these things?  In the meantime until all this becomes reality, I listened to the summons from my internet friend Samantha Kira Harding, and I wrote up a brave, crazy thing today.  I wrote a plan for my art journals, for making things to actually sell (so I can prove to myself in some concrete fashion that somebody else is listening - Capricorn, we are tangible affluence kinds of folks).  I wrote to myself the who/what/where/when/whys to try to explain to myself why I want to teach and to share the wonder, frustration, obsession, life affirming things that the mixed media collage art world has brought me.

That's me in the left corner of the picture - soaking in the pearlescent sky and swirling mists that rose from the earth as I drove home from work - the muse was letting me know she was listening to my dreams, and she was believing.  This will all become reality.  I know it.