Day 90 of 100

Here's yesterday's painting.

Had yet one more intensely full day, facing some long-ignored needs in my house, and continuing the work of getting my aunt into another living situation. Found the courage to write what felt like a difficult email and waited for a response.

In that period of waiting, I painted the picture for Day 90. Once again, that inscrutable "writing" came out. Once again, I have no idea what was "said," only that I was left with a sense that deep down, I knew what was good and right. Deep down, I trusted all would be well.

This was yet another time when words failed me, and painting spoke my heart.