Come in, put your feet up, let’s drink a cup of tea… I was expecting you.
We all have our story old stories, some good, some happy, some sad, tell me your story…. do you still carry the scars of long ago?
Before you begin, let me fill your cup,
Together we can write poetry or prose, dance under the blue midnight sky until our hearts are filled with joy, stomping our feet to the rhythm of the drum
Then we will light a candle, bless our canvas with intention and blessed rose water, connecting to your inner voice, your inner self or shall we call it your Muse
Paintbrushes, Pallette, Paint…. soft music, tea and song, we will bring our intention, our joy, our sadness, our story, to canvas, together we will create magic…. Didn’t you know that paintbrushes are magic wands?