Every noble effort of participation in in the dance of life reminds me of seashells. The being living inside is attuned to the spiral of the cosmos – perpetual in motion spinning, attracting, growing – doing what she is  to do – one day emerging from beauty, displaying beauty, an artifact of love in her wake. It’s deep sensing, it’s grander than thought alone, it’s home.

Creating beauty in your own world

by your own hand

sensing the unseen hands

for your own joy

opens the well of generosity.