I walk out of her treatment room totally accepting of my body and soul. I gifted her this painting Wednesday. She was grateful and placed it on a bookcase. With the soft sound of Erik Satie"s Gymnopodie floating between the gurgling of her rock fountain I left something behind that I had created. It seemed at home there.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.