“Could events that seemed meaningless, or even wasteful, be taking me to a destination as surely as the twisting and turning path I had just followed? Perhaps my path only seemed random because I was still on it.” -from My Grandfather’s Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.
A couple of weeks ago I moved to what I call my “Santa Fe Artist’s Studio” in Springdale, Utah. A large studio with a deck facing Zion’s Watchman and East Temple. Home. Heaven. Yes, heaven on earth. This blog post is complete.