Saturday

Saturday was my mom's birthday. It is also my best friend from college's oldest son's birthday. I've always thought that connection was special. Saturday, coincidentally, I was at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. I found myself being refreshed and very open to how art can touch us. I've never much cared for Jackson Pollack or even Picasso for that matter. But on Saturday I could understand how they will live as classics. They stirred me. I'm not sure how or what it means, but I could sense it in my spirit. Lord move...