soothing cells

I am more than thankful for my many creative outlets. They allow me to get lost for hours when I just can’t make sense of something, escape from the moment at hand so I can come to terms with whatever I need to manage. This past week I slowly prepared soup that as I chopped, measured and stirred in salty tears absorbed what I could no longer speak; let my hands be moved by a spirit guide as manipulated pictures of cells turned into a flowing triptych on the computer screen in front of me.

Both completed, I came back to find that I was soothed.

keep your peepers open!®