She

She does not have a word for most of what frightens her. 
She is afraid of the late night city revving it's fuel injected muscles
She is afraid of the load echoing surprises of the great outside unknown
she is afraid of being left on the outside. 
She is afraid to be alone
She can not see so well. 
At night she wants to curl up next to the ones she loves
she is afraid of the ghosts  that haunt her past buildings and of the meetings yet to happen. 
She is afraid of the birds that hop slowly between the tires of the cars of the people grocery shopping
It makes her uncomfortable and is she is afraid to let people get to close

The creative muse.

Her face and name is always in the shadows of the individual interactions that cross my path. 

The thrill of the beauty in the softness of Shadows that is her appeal. 

She flirts and tempts me most during the night hours where she can comfortably expose more of herself. 

Like a young teen who has just discovered their first sleepless dial up nights wide awake fervently jacking it.

Wandering into class in an ecstatic foggy haze where even your breath seams to buzz with the feeling of being too alive. 

In those Ohh too short of nights might have been when I first felt her power.
Her ability to leave you feeling so empty and spent. 

The uncertainty that she will make an appearance next time I need her makes me feel like a desperate jealous lover that can't get enough of it.
The perfect website that you had spent all night desperately hoping existed, 
only to see the early morning light coloring the polluted morning clouds brilliantly. 
The birds sounding their alarm that daylight was coming and the muse had to return where no one could see her.

Spontaneous decisions

The world is incredible when you don't know what to expect.  While carrots are a regular part of my life, I'd never taken the time before to draw them before.  They are now consumed and gone.  It's amazing how the briefest connections between 2 things can be so important and so easily overlooked.  In this state of openness is where the whales live and the birds converse in DISNEY land.  Everything is already spoken in a brush stoke or the life of a carrots and that is why it's so incredible to witness the birth of these creations.  By following where the paint chooses to go,  I get to witness amazingly entertaining things. 

First post

I was wanting to allow others to share in the benefits that I experience while I am creating things.
I thought the option to attach labels to my post was ironic in the fact that I'm looking to avoid labels as much as possible in describing what I do. 
I'm looking to understand the moments in life that change the way we breathe.  I feel like I've found "God" in the moments between inhaling and exhaling.  When there is something that takes our breath away, I feel that "God" is looking to express a concept greater than words and I feel it is our responsibility to pause in that moment and experience it.