Wings

We have wings to fly, yet they get weighted down by the anxiousness of life.  It seems any time I forget to worry I see the most amazing things like sun reflecting off a tree or a child's hand in it's Moms' or the moon slowly drifting out of a cloud making a rainbow (moon-bow?) in the cloud.  Hum, how does one allow themselves to see all this and still get the tasks of life done?

A Passing Moment

There is so much richness in the moments inside of and between the spaces of the stated objective. In the cracks is where the life grows. 

More Waiting

So much of life is waiting, in waiting rooms of all sizes. 

Sitting in the Car

Lately, I've found myself sitting in the car waiting.  Here is a little of what I saw and drew.