It is early on an overcast Saturday morning, and I have about an hour to squeeze in some painting before going to a yoga class. I was just thinking how much fun I am having sitting here seeing this portrait come alive and look like, well, a painting! It is thrilling for me to be painting each teeny stroke of this sweet baby’s portrait, and, though it would be exciting to be in Paris or Barcelona, there is nothing that could give me so much joy and gratitude at this very moment. As corny as it sounds, I have found my bliss, and I pray that everyone does. Namaste.