I think  the weirdest truth is we are not in control of what kind of painters, writers,  musicians, dancers we are. 

We just put up the weather vane and the direction is determined by the wind.

 

I know for me pages of journal writing might empty me out and I might find a line or two that leads to a vignette.

 

Happy APRIL FOOL'S DAY. We are happy fools who love to write, paint, dance.