There is a framed piece of art hanging in my room. The only thing really on the walls to be truthful. I picked it up in Sausalito, Ca (and consequently I would adore living there one day) in a very charming little shop. I met the artist who was delightful and told us about the character she drew. At the time, she was called "no-name girl" she has a name now but its more fun to think of her then. She and I are kindred spirits.
anyway, the picture says imagine what you can do and do what you can imagine

In it, no-name girl seems to be flying, there are butterflies around, her eyes are closed and she is smiling.

She doesn't know where she is going and she is SMILING?!?!?!?!? Sometimes I look at her in confusion. How can she be so happy and not know. and sometimes, I am oh so very jealous. and sometimes, I know that God will take care of me and I need not worry, in fact, I may as well fly with my eyes closed, I don't have any control....gave that up a decade ago.


is this what a breakdown feels like? who knew it was so up and down?