Art journaling heals …

Fresh on my work table and in my heart, a work in progress in my art journal.

The power of the creative impulse is something to cherish.

And then, the power of letting it become what it impulses itself into being is a showstopper … every single time.

It’s never the end result that moves me.

It’s the pure act of expression that always returns me to exactly where I long to be.

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