What do I know about God? I paint staring eyes for myself, but they can’t pierce the haze of my own humanity. (Or anyone else’s for that matter!) I see me everywhere in everyone. I am the old woman, the … Continue reading
What do I know about God? I paint staring eyes for myself, but they can’t pierce the haze of my own humanity. (Or anyone else’s for that matter!) I see me everywhere in everyone. I am the old woman, the … Continue reading
But…found in Idaho… Like sands through an hour glass… THE DESERT brings on the epiphanies… Continue reading Lost in Wyoming