Why so many open, raw wounds?
Deep grief of rejection by son, daughter.
Both far away with no desire to reach home.
Deep longing to nurture a baby, to rock, kiss and soothe a tiny being.
Mother that I am.
"She that soothes those who cry in the night."
What great hope to create Art.
Struggling if I should offer classes or selfishly use all the time fore me but with no cash.
Desire to be used full by God.
That these hands be wide open for the spirit to give.
So much energy and creativity to give.
To give up that great struggle, to keep our head above water financially.
So many paintings out there...need buyers.
To you Oh Lord, I give these desires of my heart.