We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. –Ray Bradbury
Snow fills the world immediately outside my door.
Coffee fills the familiar morning mug.
I love these words by Ray Bradbury, but today I have no deep thoughts. I have the childhood song, “I’m a little tea pot, short and stout…..just tip me over, pour me out.” Maybe it is time for some artistic yoga to let out something beautiful, something true, something good.