This morning I sit at my easel, music fills my senses. I always believed. And I also almost gave up hope. But I knew, in the very depths of my being, that one day, loves sweet song would play it’s exquisite notes, that would touch me so very deeply. I’m about halfway on my painting of Emma and her cello. It’s been somewhat challenging, I must say. It’s true when they say ‘the painting has a piece of the artist’s heart and soul.’ I exhale as I mix paint, I thank the divine one for a gift I shall treasure with all my heart.
