The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of a horizon. -Henry Miller
New things on the horizon my friends, but aren’t there always? If we keep moving, no matter the pace, the horizon will forever hold an altered landscape. As we shift from the hot of summer to the crisp of fall, the fog around my own slowed pace is clearing every so slight. Just enough to remind me of the new ahead. I appreciate and cherish your companionship on the road, whatever the forecast. Onward we walk. Love, -Sarah
