Paradise Preoccupied

Words are my thing, my outlet, the tool of my creating, and it’s a good thing I have them because I suck at most other forms of art.

My daughter, Jenn, and my son, Sam, both amaze me with their ability to take something blank and turn it into an image that provokes recognition and emotion … it seems like magic to me.

Ernesto can make six guitar strings produce music so beautiful that I’m filled with toe-tapping joy or cry as it resonates deeply in my soul.

Being bound by words as I am, a story unfolding without need of any astounds me.

Here’s a link to an astounding story I can’t seem to find to embed, but MUST be seen.

Ernesto sent it for the kids, inspiring Sam toward yet another medium, and we thank him …