My husband was traveling around the world for the first year we knew each other. 9 months, 25 flights, 15 countries, countless lines through various customs later, he was jet lagged and sleeping on the couch all day. It was the first day I felt the light, calm frequency of wonder, gratitude and peace that having him in my life brought to the table. That he was here, safe. That this person was my person, and I was his. I painted this that first afternoon, watching him doze with my dachshunds.

This is one of the most special pieces in my collection, one I said I would never part with. My mentor, whom I owe my life, has been ill. She is in tons of various studies. When she came to visit us I woke up to her one morning staring into this painting.

“Do you mind if I take a picture of this for my study?” “Of course not.” I told her. “But why?”

“Well, the doctors want us to come up with the way an essence of deep healing would look to us. And after a week with this painting every morning this is my choice. My essence of healing.”

I was dumbstruck by this. It is an honor & a privilege to know this woman. She was my counselor in 2009 when my life was a shit show. She showed me the way through and eventually, out.

It is a core belief of mine that goodwill is more powerful than actual currency, and sometimes the most spiritual thing I can do is let go to bring joy and comfort to someone else. Especially if I am very attached to the object. I can only keep what I have by giving it away sometimes.

If you’re looking at this painting, please wish her and her new owner, Earths most incredible and talented woman & counselor, well. She passed in 2022. Her family now has this painting, and I am very honored.