contentment. . .hmmmmm. . .

what a totally awesome, splendid, afternoon, yesterday's was.
at the farm. . .

sittin', groovin', on tunes i have forgotten about, well, not really, as i always find myself hummin' 'em. . .
occasionally goin' to my canvass tiles, dippin' my brush on some whimsied colours and paintin'. . .

i never feel more close to the force than on moments like this, when i find myself alone. . .

with my tunes and my paints. . .

as the creative energy flows from my fingertips. . .

and the music winds its tendrils around my heart. . .
healin', rememberin'. . .

i feel i am where i belong. . .
doing what i was created to do!

thank you!