Seeking solace in paint. After hours of in-service on literacy, I long for the opposite of words. Pure color, images rife with the meaning of heart. Feeling a little dislocated coming home at five, to have my little boy nestle in the curve of my neck for the first time all day. Everything is in a state of flux. Transition, chaotic and inexplicable. This week instead of writing, I think I'm just going to post whatever image I create in my notebook. Not sure where this will lead, but it's what I'm pulled toward doing right now.