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When I started this blog, I thought it would be a place where I could house my art. I was going to foray into the world of art selling so I can fund more art-making. Supplies cost a bit, and good supplies cost a good bit more. As the last year unfolded, with sickness, and ordinations (two of them), and a title change for me, Preoteasa, Presbytera, Matushka, Khourie, my life once again did that thing where I planned something out and it did not quite go as planned...Robert Frost talks of the road less travelled, this is like veering off into a dirt road after Fiona. Nevertheless, the desire to create beautiful things is still a compulsion, and if it is to be followed, it must be done at the quiet dappled moments, between dark and light. In the mornings in the spring, I would come down and often the sun would be shining right through the kitchen window, and would illuminate just a spot on the kitchen counter. In these small moments, my art is created. I'm making bread, I'm liste...