I need a house in the country.

Images of soaking up the sun at my parent's house this weekend. I drank it in deep thirsty gulps while sending emails, journaling, reading, petting the dog, watching two robins fight and a male cardinal chase a female, and listening to the sounds of kids hunting for Easter eggs. I drank it in through my skin and hair and it went straight to my soul where it bleached the dark spots the last month left. I felt cleansed. Part of nature again.
Whole.

On Saturday I drank deep the Milwaukee Art Museum's Calatrava with a friend. Sharing art, sharing our shocking lives.

I imagine the inside of my soul (and yours!) looks like this Calatrava- all blues and whites and glass and marble and water and graceful arches of steel.

Beautiful.