Inhabiting a single quiet morning, I discover a new rhythm called Self. Here I discover Time masquerading as Grace, ever so gently turning silence into creation, one moment and then another and another. In this ever presence, I find a kinder, more gentler rediscovery or shall I say "recovery" of my very own existence. I think I shall stay and recover in this place for awhile simply because I am rather enjoying this new founded place. I will sit and wait, to see what new "I" rolls to the shores...

"To be someone, as an artist, means: to be able to speak one's self." - Rilke