The keyboard is my easel the words my palette as I paint the
scenes in my mind. As varied as the hues in a rainbow, as soft as
spiders silk magic is spun, weaving a spell on all who chance by.
Unending gratitude so deeply felt for the source of all who is the
true fountain of your words. Humble and hushed beats the heart
in rhythm to the divine flowing like a cool, clear stream through
you. Allowing source to use you as a tool with the purpose of
aiding other travelers on this journey called life. ♥ Robin ♥