I have a Van Gogh print hanging in the house; “The Starry Night” – one of my favorites. In the swirling depths of paint Van Gogh captures the unique experience of nature and that it inspires.

Does it follow form? Not at all – though, it is mesmerizing nonetheless. And painted completely from memory, a view from the artist’s asylum window.

Under the same circumstances, most would fall into a place of desperation and fear; their worlds limited by these factors of the unknown. Yet, here the master stood forming a view of the cosmos yet unexplored.

Each of us is an artist in our own right, with wild, swirling brushstrokes illuminating a once forsaken sky. And, yielding these glorious panels of interpretation -a blending of shadows and light.

“Thanks to the art,” Marcel Proust writes, “instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists.”

You are those many artists, my loves – and this world a canvas for all mediums.

In peace, my sweet friends ~ thank you for your patience during my convalescence.

Namaste ❤