My friends,

I’ve been traveling

My mind and body wandering to near and far off places

It’s been, exciting, good and lonely

And now I am home and feel more of the same

During a week of dharma art I discovered sun-crisped brown palm leaves, feather dusters, spiky flower shoots and a pumpkin-colored potato masher. Some of these tools were swirled in black ink and freely applied to pristine butcher block. Their darkened bodies splattered, dripped and snaked leaving curious and unexpected trails. Myself and others stood back, appraised our efforts and rode feelings of appreciation, disdain and indifference.

Art was born, some great, some greater.

Art was born, some great, some greater, some greatest.

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