The healing power of art

I've been driving Kerry to medical appointments 4 - 5 days a week for the last 4 weeks. It has taken it's toll on both of us. So my sister, Colleen, came to visit a week ago. And she is helping me find my own healing therapy in my art. Tonight, we painted.



Simple. Perfect. Theraputic. Healing. To sit and watch the colors flow and blend together. To pick out the next color and decide where it goes. To forget all my worries and cares that have been so well managed by the left side of my brain for the last several weeks and jump over into the right side of my brain and start to play again. Pure healing.