Anyone mind sharing any jet lag cures? I woke up this morning feeling like I had been sat on by a hippopotamus. When I finally ventured out of my hotel room, I did not intend to walk as far as I did, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm in Paris!
Just like last time, I felt the Sacre Couer basillica pulling me like a magnet. So up, up, up the stairways I went. What a view!
There is beauty everywhere. Everywhere. At one point I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all (or was it the climbing?) that I found myself leaning against a wall just to take it all in. Tomorrow I start day one of teaching my Fearless Abstract Painting class in Saint Germain en Laye. I am so excited that I can't sleep. Or, maybe that's the jet lag.
The best part about today? Recognizing things! Knowing where I was! Understanding how I got so lost and not having to do it again. Kind of like... life?
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.