chagall painted goats floating sideways in the sky

I don't believe Chagall was thinking anything except humming, like Pooh with honey, when he painted goats floating sideways in the sky, green women, red men, pale moons.

We had our next-to-last Living Your Vision coaching call tonight. This week's focus was "Fame And Reputation" or as it is sometimes known, "Legacy." I read my Intention, Choices, and Actions. The others were quiet. "I'm done," I said. They were still quiet. "Do you want some affirmation, Rachel?" asked the leader. "No, I'm good," I said. "I've used up a lot of time. The next person can go now." They began to speak. It was as if I had said something great. It was strange. Usually I know if I have said something great. This was not tongues of fire. It was my to-do list.

Writing these were a welcome break for me. It felt like designing calligraphy for my housemate last night. Creating for me is a contented mindless hum. I rest in the act of creation.