I have always doodled while thinking. I used to draw goofy pictures, but as an adult, my doodling has changed to random words and phrases. I found these doodles all over a notebook from 2009:
What do you see through the eye of a needle?
I see me.
I see eternity.Monk
Beautiful, peaceful monk
of the dawn
Touching the breath
of the morning lifeWe co-create.
Allow it to happen.Hard work and discipline
— What’s down that road?I touched heaven
and it was fire and love.
The light is the way.
The path is illuminated.
The words are the map.I am already naked
Now PLAY
PlayThere was a road
and I didn’t know how to walk it.If we define art as a beautiful and inspiring act then
Life is art.
Every moment spent truly living
is creation.My Dreams are often nebulous and beautiful;
they are a Monet of emotions and colors.
Have faith in your doodles. They are windows.