The sky to me is magic; pure honest magic. A place I have been painting and drawing my whole life. When things go sideways, which they often do, all I have to do is step outside and look up to find my way back to my normal. Whether staying up to the wee morning hours staring at the magical, sparkling, winking in mischief the starry night……..
Looking for new clusters, new designs, new patterns, or finding my old tried and true ones peace is always found.
Energy raw pure intense energy surges of power vibrating in the very breath around you. The storm clouds bring promise of change sometimes good sometimes bad but always change. A rebirth in a way because no matter how strong or how soft the storm might be the soft patter of drops or a gnarly rush of rain a cleansing always follows. Washing the soil, the plants, animals, structures, people, and the earth anew.
There is a calm, a peace that settles deep in one’s center at the magic show playing out in front of the eyes; all in slow motion so as not to miss a moment of the action. Each sense coming alive reaching out searching trying to touch, to take hold, flourishing at the gentle scenes rolling by. Often making the observer slow down and see truly open their eyes and really look around, possibly seeing for the first time or possibly slipping into a familiar comfortable seat from years past. 
However or whenever it happens flying free, soaring high, exploring all……always a gift to be thankful for, cherished, used, and hopefully shared. So paint away, dream on, and create as you wish……………………..H
I love all your writings.
Thank you! That means the world to me M as do you!!