I am lost at times within my thoughts, dreams, and ideas.
This week, while painting around the Changing Point, I found myself over-thinking my life while listening to Eastern Block and Fleet Foxes. Even today, after jumping off a cliff into a waterfall, I found myself first elated to be in the bush, but soon, consumed in my thoughts. These thoughts tend to drift from my mind to my heart and are often me praying and processing. When all is said and done, I find myself attempting to find a focus. Even now, as I write and a 3-inch long moth flies back and forth in front of my screen like a strong current, I am fighting to find a focus.
