When words are not enough
Someone said to me that typing and writing uses different parts of the brain. Tonight I took a stylus and wrote. And drew a bit too.
These words surfaced as I thought of the people around me, especially friends and family. What could I say, or in this case, write, as words of hoping and wishing the best, and better, for each and every one. An expression of prayer art, my word art offered up as a cry and plea.