Every creation is an expression of divine love.  Each flower, each raindrop, each blade of grass, every twist and turn of the wind; every conflict, every fear that seeks to know itself unveiled in the light; and most importantly, the human being.  I am not the creator, but merely a vessel through which the divine voice resounds.  Each brushstroke, each color, is a dance with the breath, a portal into the inner sanctuary of the self.  I am humbled, to each day bow as the moon does, the stem, the seed...to receive the voices of the stars, the seas, the radiant earth...to weave their songs as they wish and will, into poems, into movement, into visions.