My painting is my baby

My painting is my baby

When all is silent and you have no audience, no applause, are you still IN LOVE with what you do and how you do it? Your purest love affair lives in the spacious realm of your own soul. Spend time with this union, this divine romance. Grow roots there. Jayla John Dear...
Grow Joy

Grow Joy

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that...