Sometimes life just gets too hectic, too crazy. Cell phones ding, ads tell us what will make us happy, the blare of politics ever-present . . . even gas pumps talk to us now. There are so many distractions to call us away from what’s really important, the central focus of our soulful purpose of life. These are the times I find it most beneficial to return to my studio, recall all of the magical, natural places I have visited in search of rock art. Dipping my brush into paint my heart settles and syncs with the heartbeat of Mother Earth. Pigment flows and soaks into paper. I am reminded what soothes me, what is important as I focus on the wisdom of the Old Ones and the healing energy of Mother Earth.