Home And Belonging

Here I sit, amongst women who also painted with my mother on law Ann. I feel her here with us, as Appalachian Spring plays on the radio. How much more of a sign do I need to prove to me that I am right where I belong. Things are looking up, life is opening back up to me, or is it that I am opening back up to life. Syncronicities are working their way back into my world. I am feeling intuitive, feeling my guides near, feeling my beloved Chip by my side. I can see the gentle look in his eyes as he reaches out to touch my arm in a gesture of love and support. I am loved. I am safe.