"Morning Walk in France"
6 x 6in oil on museum quality panel
In all the beauty of life, we make our own selves captive
When we cage ourselves into worlds of our own making.
Words carefully chosen, weaving a net of self-destructive, defeating habits.
It is never too late. Always with the dawn of another day is your chance to sing a new song.
To lift your wings in response to the breeze you feel
stirring you heart strings when you listen intently.
All of life is hushed, holding its collective breath, waiting for the moment you get it.
You were born to fly. Born to soar. Life is air.
Breath and move in it
Speak the words and it is yours.