| I recently visited Bolinas, California, to paint and sketch, or so I thought. One evening I walked down to the beach at sunset. The full moon was rising, enveloped in the colors of the setting sun. It was so glorious and bright. I thought I had come to Bolinas to paint but instead I found myself on a pilgrimage opening my heart to the pain tucked deep inside. The journey had just begun. Thankfully, the pathway was lined in shimmering light, opening the way for healing. |
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