Posts by Connie Solera

When I was only five or six years old, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my Dad’s red Toyota as he drove my brother and I to our Grandparent’s house.  We were waiting at a stop light when I  asked him how the world started. My father began to tell me the story…

When I was at my retreat in Ojai a few weeks ago, I had a conversation with this man who told me to take some time to define what the Divine is in my own life. For some reason that didn’t really sink in until I started painting in my Moleskine. Something about the brush…

I always come back to the brush. Always.