As a child I often times walked into my parents bedroom in the evening. I am sure “walked into” could also be interpreted as “loudly burst into”. I can’t remember the times I walked in, to find my father on his knees, head bowed over folded hands. Praying. I would slowly back out, usually much quieter than when I burst in. And there would be a bit of peace lodged in my heart.
Tonight I felt a need to create something of comfort.
And an image of a starry night was playing in my thoughts.
The thought of relationship was dancing through my heart.
Feelings of wistfulness swirled around.
After I drew this
I felt something similar to those moments when I found dad on knees praying.
And I feel an echo of that bit of peace lodged in my heart.
And it was a comfort.