When I climb down the mountain
And get back to my life
I won't settle for ordinary things

This has been an amazing week.  Listening to the voices of poets, writers, artists and musicians, I find my soul.  It is hard to step down from history back into the ordinary. But I am excited to assimilate this sense of hope into my art.  I started a painting of a lonely bridge encompassed by ominious industry yet  the man headed off into the distance is kicking up his heels and his long black coat flaps into the wind.  


Time for some of our shadows to lift.

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Thank you Obama for teaching me to weep.  For when I wept, I could  hear the weeping of the whole world.  The sound is so evocative and sweet. Finally,  I understand the pureness of sorrow.  We cry for justice, we cry for beauty, we cry for truth.  Today I am grateful for tears.

Honestly I did not understand myself.  As I watched him speak, huge silent tears just rolled from my eyes.  I've never felt anything like it.

My son told me what it was.

Hope.