As I shuffle graphite around on paper, I often think of the connection between the pointed end of my pencil and the three-pound organ between my ears.
Billions of neurons, moving at 270 miles an hour, firing away while this pointed instrument records their “data.”
I believe it is important to take care of this “lighthouse.” Like the rest of our body, it only has so much strength and energy.
I have found, replacing needless stress with beauty that brings me pleasure seems to work.