We are pleased to offer a guest post from Kelly Sullivan.
My thoughts these days, and my actions, are not based on an urgency to succeed. They are based on living life with quality and purpose. I am diligent, perhaps selfish, in assuring that for myself, because I want to be. I have little patience for the things that detract from that goal, as any human being should. Suffering abounds in any demographic, socioeconomic, or logistic pocket you happen to be in. So does happiness. So does hope. Sometimes it escapes us, and sometimes it is scarce. Still, we choose it. There are influences everywhere. Some scream louder than others. These days, I listen more than I speak, and I hear more than I say.
My easel lures me every day, and my soul follows. My words seem lost as of late, but it is not for a lack of feeling and contemplation. I long for poetry, and beauty, and all things passionate. I see them more easily, and I absorb them more fully. The process of expression seems slower, and the outcome, sometimes just a bit sweeter.
Slower, softer, and a sweetness more refined. Perhaps this is 50. Happy birthday to me. Lucky duck.