Sparkling Inspiration

As the snow gently started to fall, I knew exactly what my project would be composed of.  It needed to be made solely of recycled materials and had to reflect the life in the mountains I craved so much.  Moving to a completely different environment and lifestyle had very nearly made me come undone.  But lots of meditation, exercise and therapy helped bring me back to center. 

I needed to come up with a project which incorporated paint, sculpture and poetry.  I had to have my decisions mostly finalized by the end of the week.  I would be ripped apart by Dr. Daley if I did not have all or at least most of my ducks in a row.  Dr. Daley was fair, but he was tough.  If you weren’t up to par, he would let you know.  If you were told at the end of class to come to his office, everyone knew what that meant. 

The longer I watched the snow outside, the clearer my vision became.  I knew how to build the base of the mountains, but I needed to find a way to pay for the supplies I knew I would need.  I was confident in my plan, knew I would succeed, if only I could afford it.  That’s when I started noticing the various watches Dr. Daley started wearing.  A break from his norm meant something serious was happening.  And I needed in.