I have always felt that beauty is healing. I don’t mean…a beautiful girl or a beautiful piece of jewelry, but the beauty that can only be created by the Master. That’s why in difficult times, I find myself yearning to sit beside the lake, walk in the woods or gaze at a magnificent sunrise. The beauty of nature calls to my brokenness. As an artist, I also find great healing in the creation of beauty. The pouring out of creativity and emotion in any form helps heal that wounded hurt inside. I am a writer, 
a photographer,
a painter, 
a seamstress,
a designer and allowing all those creative energies to explode…pulls that aching, rotten stench of pain from inside of me to the outside. I won’t lie to you…not everything I create is beautiful. As a matter of fact, some of it is just downright ugly. But, the product wasn’t really my purpose to begin with. It was the expression of my burden, the release of my pent up emotions. And somewhere along the creative process…the healing touch of the Master that guides me. For only by studying at the Master’s feet, do I learn the art of life.