I snapped this photo at my brother’s recent retirement party after hearing my daughter call to me:
“Mom, Mom! Look, he’s resting his hand on mine.” Elya giggled.
The photo op proved irresistible.
Trust.
What a perfect picture of this abstract concept.
When creativity does not flow readily, I need to rest my hand in the palm of the one who created the universe. Like the waves of the sea, inspiration rises and crests, and then recedes, leaving me wiggling my artistic toes in the wet sands of uninspired moments. READ THE ENTIRE POST…
