Every picture tells a story, and every life tells its story in pictures. I know mine does.
I wasn’t fully aware of the master artist who was painting my story behind an easel that I mistook for a business plan, until I learned how to sit still and listen. You can’t know much about life with your fingers in your ears and scales on your eyes—even worse, with your third eye closed. All you will know is what you see and hear using the limited eyes and ears on your head. Through no fault of the painter’s, though, I let hundreds of occasions to experience the progress of the composition escape me, and each time I did, I squandered an opportunity to participate in the creation process. Continue reading