Holy, hallowed, close to spirit, close to soul
what are your items, what sits with your center and gnaws at your bones?
Did you think of them then, and do you think of them now?
What's different?
What is the same?
Are you like a fine thread, or a skein of scraggly yarn?
Do sheep get scared when they see you walking into the fields?
Or are they free of concern, free of bells, free of wolves?
Private Altar
9" X 12"
Original painting made on January 8th, 2026
Ink, watercolor on Arches cold press paper from France