“We might be able —” Nia taps her cheek with her index.
“Of corrrr-sss we’re able!” Thalia massages her right hand with her left.
Calliope retrieves their paint tin from its crate. “Practice… practice… and more… practice…”
Passion is the genesis of genius.
~Galileo Galilei
A note from LoveLetterist:
What if Cal, Tal, and Nia show children (via a book) what's possible when mind and heart work in harmony?
We are working on our skills so that one day... we might find out. 😊
An aside...
After completing yesterday's muse practice, I hauled out the pan, roller, and brush to give a bedroom a fresh coat.
I had been dragging my feet on starting the project for many months because... I knew it was a big job... the kind that's hard to chop into little pieces because...
once you have the roller and brush dirty, you just want to keep going.🤷🏻♀️
Freshly dressed room complete!
Oh what a feeling!
When I took a break from rolling, I found a text from a fellow yogi whose beloved dog recently crossed the rainbow bridge.
There was a photo of a tiny puppy.
It's name?
Butterfly!
I have an idea for a duet with Kacey Musgraves. Cyndi Lauper singing “I see your true colors shining.” 😁