Creative Companions

I am continually amazed to see what emerges from some random scribbles or splotches of paint on these pages. There is no one here that I am rendering, or is there?

Are you here with me now my dear Lady, with your pensive look? Are you needing company? Are you needing to be seen? Not heard. No your lips say that so clearly. Your lips are sealed and no worries here, for I shall not pry them apart. I am content to just be in your presence. It comforts me in an odd sort of way. It soothes my doubts about the murkiness of "reality". I am comfortable with the lack of discernible clarity between this world and that one. 

Is that why I like my people to be a bit translucent? So they reflect the truth that we are all transient, whether we know it or not? We all have a foot in both worlds, even if we can only perceive the solid one.

You are welcome here, just as you are. You are beautiful to me, in form and Spirit. I am honored that you have come to visit me today.....on the pages of this journal that are a window to my Soul......