I find I often sit with myself and may feel that I’m not comfortable in the zone I’m in. I wish that I could just escape. That’s why the first two books I wrote were about escaping.
I shared some time with a good friend who showed me a project she was working on. It was a painting from a photo that she took from when she had been overseas. The photo was beautiful. Crystal clear blue water in a small inlet with white sand and hills around. I felt a desperate desire to be there on that beach, at that exact moment.
Then she shared her happiness of being there and the peacefulness of it all. When I looked at the representation she was working on, I felt there was even more beautiful detail in the painting that had been missed in the photo. The water looked more inviting. The crispness of the white wave tips were eye catching and soothing. I felt that if I was to be in that warm water, the waves lapping over me would be like gentle caressing strokes over my shoulders to assure me that ever
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