Bringing my hands to my guitar I touch the Universe.
My left hand caresses wood. The tree harvested and shaped by man was energized by our Sun tens of thousands of miles away; nourished by the soil and microbes of the Earth and watered by the Heavens.
My right hand caresses metal mined from the Earth and again shaped by the hands of man. Scientific theory brought into actuality as alloys are created.
The bout of the guitar lies across my chest close to my heart.
The guitar neck pointing up and out to embrace and be embraced by all there is.
Bringing my hands to the guitar I am touched by the Universe.
Drawing by my Favorite Person in the Whole World