Not sure why my attempt at a New Years greeting came out so dark. I meant to show that peace, always some tenuously-held place between mania and depression (maybe I should say bliss and depression- sounds less, um, mental); peace is always under attack.
It’s out there; mystical, magical; like waves that shouldn’t really line up perfectly, clean and glassy; but, sometimes, they do. Hope you find a few perfect sliders this year. And if you prefer waves that are a bit scary, they’re coming, also.