Life is often what we make of it. Whether we are in a rough patch or living on easy street we can choose to see light or darkness, good or bad, possibilities or problems. We can choose to live or wait for life to happen to us. Choosing well is the art of this life.

Sometimes the currents of swirling waters rise up and rip at us as we cling to a scrub branch. Sometimes the sun lays its mellowing warmth on our drowsy form. Sometimes we awake at night not knowing, which can be a very bad feeling indeed. Other times the warmth of security provides the kind of mothering we remember from times a'bye.

Day 5 of the year 2012 is like a blank sheet of paper waiting for you and me to begin to trace and fill our lives. We have 360 more sheets to inscribe. I hope and pray that we draw well these lives of ours. Every line and shade are a commitment, not to perfection, but to exploration and the privilege of breath.

Its time to get out our coloring pens and make this the very best year we have lived so far! Please do not wait for tomorrow, friend. It is time to really paint it up one side and down the other.

If you need assistance, you may enlist the encouragement of 2 or 3  Doctors of Living whose ages range from 3 to 5 years old. They are wise in many ways and a benefit to those of us who are returning to our easels after many years.