How does art happen? Today it happened after reading Pema Chodron. "In the liberation of your rage comes peace for you and forgiveness and peace for the person, the act, the thing that has stood in your own way to this sacred peace in the heart." Ancient Child asks, "How does this look?" And I know. I have been holding this image in my mind and now, perhaps, in my heart. It is an image of confusion and balance; the colors are what happened. I could stand in the way of this small expression by using control, by interfering with its process, by judging it as worthy or not. However, the image speaks no words. I have so many words that are begging to come out--words of control, interference and judgment. This image is my practice for today.