A Breath of Fresh Air
The world stopped, and I cut up paper.
The fear of the unknown set in, and I tore at the edges.
Peace. Sadness. Love.
My emotions seemed to change by the hour.
I spread out my papers on the studio floor.
I took a breath and started to paint.
My watercolors took the shape of mountains and forests.
Fresh air was what I needed.
Nature, and the beauty of Creation is where I turned to.
A peace that comes only from God.
I opened my box of pastels, adding uncertainty and unstoppable change.
My prayer for healing became paintings.
A breath of fresh air.