Having friends of one’s own sex is important. Guys may bond in different ways but a lot of women gather for coffee conversations, quilting, book groups, and/or lunches. I find myself delightfully rich in the fact that I have gal-pals to paint with.
We’re not doing walls and ceilings (though who knows what the future may bring) we’re doing canvasses. And while we lay our paints out to create something beautiful to see, we solve the problems of the world. Wonderful expressions are released, verbally and visually. If only the world would listen, or a neighbor or an associate, or ……………. What a lovely place it would be. No antagonisms, no violence, no attacking others in trying to make ourselves look good.
Can you possibly view a Monet and feel anger? Maybe CEO Boardrooms should install easels.
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