“Picture perfect day sitting w/ books and pen in hand,
watching the world speak silently through the storms of life.
If I could draw my inner visions, then I could color them in with your amusement.
I draw upon each breath to escape death, Now is my time to LIVE”
going into my own archives and seeing and remembering my LIFE via 2011, I captured this poetic snapshot.
Today I actually learned and relearned about myself. I GIVE THANKS TO THE MOST HIGH CHRIST –WITHIN– ME
Wis(E)dom(E)theArtisan 