Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes
What would life be like without homegrown tomatoes
Only two things that money cant buy
That’s true love and home grown tomatoes

Ra’Chelle’s last name is Peace…pretty cool. She and the other girls down at the starbucks were kind to this weary runner and gave me a free tea and cookie.

Laura, a manager at starbucks, is re-decorating her entire bedroom with a peacock theme, so she asked me to paint her one.

While at starbucks, I met two other artists. It was such a delight to talk to them about paper, paints, and methods and practices. Both are quite well known around these parts and have their own gallery.

Jeffery is a painter and designed sets for theaters for a living. He said that he would like to have a piece, he didn’t quite know what, but he said he wanted something purple so we settled on purple orchids.

Jeff is very active in his church. He has built churches in India, Mexico, and here in the US. He has worked with doctors without borders and taught people to plant their own food to help with food shortages in other countries. He said, “A lot of times I meet people like you that are insistent that every other person must do, serve, love, or participate in the way that they are. It is refreshing that you value the contributions of all people.” I said to him that for me it isn’t what you do, but why you do it. Any act, small or large, done with compassion, kindness, and love as its central tenet is destined for success, if only for the intention itself. The hard part isn’t what to do, do anything kind. The hard part is getting up off the couch. The hard part is being kind to those who weren’t kind to you first. But, if we always wait for others to be kind to us first, peace will never come. We must be the peace. WE must initiate it. If not us, then who? If not know, then when?