I can not sleep. I think it has to do with busy thoughts around some painting that I begin next Wednesday night in our church sanctuary. I browsed some books before bed…historical works around The Sacred…very literal works and I’ve become consumed….and late at night! Good grief.
I’ve warmed milk and am sipping…and breathing and thinking that shortly, when tucked into warm blankets, I will be able to sleep. I’ve spent some time looking at Michael Kenna’s black and white photographs as I’ve been attempting to quiet my mind. The images are so subtle that they feel calm…give a sense of simplicity…and yet, are complex through that simplicity. Good night.