Martin Luther King's speech delivered on the steps of the Lincoln memorial in 1963 is as powerful and poignent today as it was then. Listen.
The majesty of his words is not unlike the majesty of animals in the wild. Humbling. Inspiring. And ever so hopeful.
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What could be more beautiful on a cold morning in the studio than Bach's Cantata BWV 4 ?
Or remembering moments of my visit to a friend yesterday. A new wonderful thing is waiting to be discovered everyday, she said. Something simple. Experienced for the first time, or the same old thing seen in a new light. Sundown. When the day gets gathered up and made into memory to be played over and over for all the years to come. I am going to hold on to that.
I'm not sure I was thinking at all, immersed as I was in the enormity of experience. Processing it now with paint to hold on to the mystery and magic just a little bit longer.
So where was I? After 2 weeks watching animals and hanging our with family in South Africa, I have lost track of what I am doing in the studio. Maybe tomorrow.