It is time to play.
You are never more beautiful than when you are playing, spontaneously, unselfconsciously. You are the play of emotions in you, responding in the moment to all that is around you. When you play, you see more clearly: the poem that is you dances your truth for anyone who is fully alive to see. You emerge from your stiff, formal clothes into light and colour. Those clothes make you less than you can be.
You play me: my heart strings sing at your touch, my skin yearns for you, all my sensations are stronger than I can bear at that moment, breaking me out of time and convention and pretence, flying me out of the cave and into the Sun.
Now is your power, and strength, and fire, and now is your calm stillness. Whether movement or words flow in you, I am carried along in fearful delight.
The challenge was to Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration… write the post in the form of a letter. Without that challenge I would not have found that painting.