Always a work in progress...

There have been so many moments in my life, serendipitous moments that have led me to where I am. It's hard for me to believe in one actual god, deity, or all creator of the world. She would seem too mundane to have such control over the lives of over 7 billion people in all these moments. There is something though. I don't know what that something is...but something that plays in the universe and all it's mechanics and physics and wavelengths and serendipitous moments in mysterious ways. Thank you dear universe...I am trying my best to do my part and just keep doing what I am doing.

Thank you for those purple flowers that one day.Thank you to all the inspirational people (and the un-inspiring trolls too) along the way. You have all inspired me. Thank you to my friend who sent the email who led me to my chosen artistic path. THANK YOU. If it weren't for the challenges, I wouldn't have much to work AND CONTENT!!! SO, thank you for all this you crazy universe....I am, and will always just be my own work of art in progress....

Quote by Kahlil Gibran from "The Prophet":

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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