Blurry Dots

I paint a dot. You paint a dot near it.
We talk about the dots we've painted.
I tell you what I see.
You tell me what you see. We trust.

Thank you for trusting me. What a graceful sharing trust can be.
Trust is a dance of faith, respect, and unconditional love.

Trust lights our faces with colors of possibility. It makes the colors blend beautifully as we turn.

See the dots, colored lights in an evening of a life are our thoughts hanging together. We trust, and we are better than we were alone.
I give my trust to add to the colors in your world.
--me strauss Letting me be