• Art Meets Life,  Big Dreams in Action

    What Dreams May Come

      I have been visiting an old memory, going back in my personal history to a time just a few years into adulthood.  I remember feeling like I was chaotic inside, a tangled pile of jewelry. So tangled I wasn’t sure anyone, even the most patient of souls, could clear the confusion.  And yet something made me examine the knots with an eye bent on weighing out the treasure that might be held there.  Sure enough, I discovered the snarled pile of bobbles and trinkets promised to offer a few genuine gems. It began with a line, a hope stretched out before me, turning into a curve and loop, a…