On my way to Joshua tree this past summer of 2020 I found myself driving alone amidst the desert kissed planes of California. Loaded with question marks and cracks in my integrity, I wondered what the colors of the sky say about life. How can visuals be so softening when the heart is gushing with anguish? Through what channel must I find trust in myself for creating clarity? I found that God aka Mother Divine aka Gaia aka Source loves us unconditionally. And the colors of the sky are painted for us to find inspiration in the name of love. The redemption was already made millennia ago by Her, but the application of it on this plane involves the human element.