I've dreamt of several individuals this week: my book-loving child - his face was glowing with cheer and innocence, a close friend - she just got married and she looked fresh and confident in that dream, and another individual - that experience felt as if it floated between dream state and reality... then it left my heart aching. Once again, between longing and distance, between certainty and not knowing, I choose to just sit with this feeling and remind myself that I am just human.
When the heart aches, I reach out for a paintbrush and put colour to what I am feeling. I cannot find reason. May He guide this weak heart.
Sunset and Distant Mountains. Watercolour, cold pressed.