The Tools of Transformation: Eyes, Heart & Brushes! As I was attempting unsuccessfully to calm my distressed inner child who was sobbing about the world’s latest disaster, my vibrant muse swept in. With her flaming red hair commanding attention and a look of delight emanating from her huge blue eyes, it was undoubtedly impossible to ignore her presence. Even my inner child stopped crying and looked up with expectation at my muse who was wearing a white radiant moonflower in her raven red hair. She was carrying a handful of brushes and waved them wildly, inviting both my inner child and me to engage in some creative fun. Gesturing toward my studio, my muse, without asking, directed both of us to get up and move with her down a red carpet, which magically appeared and led toward a place where my blank whit...
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