I'm chasing my artistic self around the ole calendar again. First, I set aside Sundays to paint, pray and get refreshed. My art time was displaced by much needed sleep or the motivation eluded me.  Now it can't find a place to land. So I joined a local artist guild in hopes that this will help me nail down that slippery thing called discipline. Perhaps it will have to be a two-four day a month Renaissance Recluse Retreat at home. That is what our crock pot and freezer are for, me thinks. My spirit longs for visual expression. I crave color, texture and the sound of the brush on canvas, the familiar pungent scent of my acrylics. My new water-based oils stand by for experimentation. There are some things words can't express. Please get me there, Lord! Put the world on hold and let me pray with paint.