This is a case of rather warm, humid weather causing my glass of water to gather major condensation along it’s curved outer rim, my taking a drink and unthinkingly leaving the piece I had just finished carefully writing underneath. *Splish* *Splash* *Splotch* I had a quandary. Instead of freaking out and getting upset over the now seemingly ruined piece, I just went with the literal flow and dipping my fingers into the glass, I gently flicked, dripped and dribbled across the page. Now it’s intentional, and I feel it enhances the words, as though the very soul and meaning of them had been exposed and bled upon the page. I adore this all the more for it.
Namaste ~ Ella