As the artist sat in his favorite chair, sketching to hone his life-long skills and satisfy his unquenchable compulsion, his mind was a cacophony of depressing daily news, a jumbled list of unfinished have to’s, and a litany of unfulfilled want to’s.
With such distraction pulling his attention side to side and to and fro, like a dog shaking his favorite toy, the artist, on the verge of tears or some sort of uncharacteristic outburst, had to set his pen down and take a deep-calming breathe.
Withdrawing inside his mind, to the place where the “I” resided, he focused on the light, the positive power of the Universe, an energy that made him feel so very small, yet filled him with a rejuvenating sense that, though the confusion and chaos of the world may seem overwhelming, life will go on, one way or another.
The voices quelled, his focus renewed and sharp, the artist lost himself once again in black ink on white paper, creating the world he’d much prefer to live in.
by David Winfield
WINFIELD WORD WEAVING 
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