I trust my friend Art.

He seems to know me best.

He understands exactly what I need at the right time,

usually when I don’t even know myself.

At this time in my life, the precious things I am made of

and am connected to

seem to have fallen into pieces

leaving me feeling scattered, broken, and sharp.

But Art knew this…

Pieces of Memories

Pieces of Memories

And Art stepped in to help me understand…

He whispered to me it was alright, once again, to sit quiet and let my heart guide me.

I didn’t want to create, but Art always insists that I do…

PICKING UP THE PIECES ONE AT A TIME

PICKING UP THE PIECES ONE AT A TIME

I’m still in the process…

but I do feel better.

Thank you once again my friend– Art!

(When I’m done I will post.)

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