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.