I have been in somewhat of a fog lately…simply going through the daily motions of my existence as if someone else were living this thing I call my life. I am not present. I really want to be, but I am not. I see this person rising from her bed each morning, taking that long walk to the bathroom and peering into the mirror. Who is she? She looks lost, confused, alienated, tired, worried, burdened and buried under something huge and heavy. When will this fog lift? It immediately evaporates when she enters her studio. Someone whispers secrets in her ear and the beads begin to dance. Thank God for that, or else she might be the first person who ever had to be resuscitated from having her head suspended within a cloud.
