When I have no answers. And no clues. When the world presses in upon me and I feel my head spinning. And my prayers feel flat. And I cannot imagine writing another word. And another sermon feels too much. When there is nothing left inside me to say or speak or share. I head to my hillside in Los Angeles. A little outdoor studio I have fashioned there. I paint. I am not a painter. I do not pretend to be a painter. I am not a painter. I know I am not a painter. I’m only an artist. I paint because it makes me happy. That is all. There are so many ways of Taking a Breath. This summer . . . find something creative to do that gives you life. That’s what I’m saying. Make the summer creative.