Like most, the end of a year, and the beginning of a new year is often a whirlwind.
In addition to our Christmas traditions, we also celebrated two birthday's in the past month.
Yet among the midst of all the blur, I've felt the peace of quiet. pondering. waiting. listening.
I feel a change, but not sure what it looks like. My head is full, my sketchbook is a beautiful mess.
My soul has a longing to communicate the beauty that is welling up within my heart.
As the new year is underway, I anticipate a continued revelation