The seedlings of new dreams and life spew from my slumber and into the dawning day waiting to be touched and revered. Weary eyes from the travels and thoughts throughout space and time, like a faded memory slipping through my fingers. The starlight of my essence ignited by Divine inspiration perhaps a Muse, an angel, God, White Painted Lady, or the Virgine Maria....then again perhaps not. True inspiration has no orginial form, it sparks from Divinity and freely flows into form through creation. By the very act of creating we have become co-creators with the Divine working in a beautiful process of imagination, creativity, and the final form. Upon arrival of the opus magnum and final product we are initiated into a new way of being, seeing, and creating. With that initiation we become Divine Artists creating this reality in light of the way move through it.