Sunday, October 24, 2010

Out of Ink

Somewhere along the road, I set down my pen and put away my paints and brushes. That's not the way it should be. I've been feeling half alive, half lost, half of myself. After a forest fire, out of the ashes, grows new life. Out of ink will come new ideas, new creativity. Its time to pick up the pen and brush again.

Here I go!