One can never go wrong with an honest heart.
Honesty has its ups, downs, swirls, valleys and soap boxes.
But honest hearts, they beat gently.
I love them.
One of my boys began writing a book yesterday.
Because he can.
As the moment of inspiration beckoned him into position, he curled up and began with pencil in hand.
My other son was inspired to play the drums, at the same time.
The author quietly asked if he
"do that right now".
"Why?", asked the drummer.
"Because out here is where I have the sensation, right here in this spot."
The drummer got it.
Drummers are deep.
He put his sticks down and built a star ship destroyer out of Legos, in his room.
Then the author came in to tell me that "the sensation" was where the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping.