Brothers and Sisters,
Everything is odd (off) sometimes. Seven paintings today.
Inside, I’m feeling good today, heart, spirit, blood and brain. But something is knocking, opening the wrong doors. It is not animal, vegetable, an illness, or wellness – something is there and it is nothing. I recognize it not. It is knocking.
I spent the day in a question. I myself tired out the nothing with a two-hour walk on the freshly snowed blanketed streets and sidewalks from our town to country and enjoyed the play with family. Our children laughed, threw snowballs and dashed downhill sledding.
Knock, knock. I again heard the nothing.
Esther and I spoke at lunch and I held her hand. She told me about something she was reading in an Israeli book I had purchased, and she recognized the beauty of prayer and healing, something she had naturally understood and followed for a long time. Her eyes wetted with joy. I went deep inside myself for joy as well and thanked her for who she was. The knowledge was wonderful. We talked about the nothing and the nothing fidgeted.
Ah, that is good, maybe for the first time I had the soul muscle to unload and push down, perhaps scare the nothing. I painted throughout the day and in the late afternoon we celebrated the birthday of trees, the birthday of first fruits and new life (Tu B’Shevat). We enjoyed a Middle Eastern dinner, salads, shawarmas and pita breads. Ahha.
The painting continued. The nothing was disappearing. Good-bye and good riddance.
Hello Souls. I’m back. Soul Painting 1,473, man, I am with you. I understand. We survive the nothing. All is good!
Sincerely
Daniel
10 Thousand Souls 