"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
What prayer is to a believer, coloring was to me as a child. The holy pages, crayons consecrated in a pristine box, scent of wax nearly censer-borne: I lost myself to patterns and pattern-making. Concentration, experimentation, repetition: flow.