I find myself singing “Cheek to Cheek” as I'm painting. That's how close, how intimate, we are, the canvas and I – and we're dancing!

Psychologists declare that, as the child matures, he comes to realize that clouds are not alive. Well, I'm a child – again.

Not just to paint – but to paint musically: an outward expression of the lyrical flux, the Pulse, of the Deep Unconscious.

Listening to Hovhaness, I'm aware of the superb composing. But with Handel, no composing – it's just There. Differing degrees of Inspiration.

I'm gazing at the clear sky above the trees, wondering about the Spirit World. A solitary cloud, so white, floats by – then all is blue again.

I cup the little pot of coffee in my hands, and bring it gently to my lips to kiss: “Good morning, Mama.”

An artist, a composer, shows you what can be done. Not that you are a Beethoven in music – but you can be in your life, in your own way. Beethoven was a genius. But so are

I can greatly increase the Emanation from a painting, a piece of music, when I Know it is Inspired.

Inspired: listening to Music, Aspiring: singing or painting in grateful return.

I feel most Inspired when meditating quietly, when being healed. And most Aspiring when meditating actively, when healing.