I started with four small spots of paint on my plate. I took the brush and put all the paint I could get on my brush on the paper in front of me. As the colors mixed on the paper, my feelings mixed and changed into something new. Most of it I did not know nor understood, nor cared.

Finally when my time ran out, something told me, YEH it was time to have real fun. So I took my right hand and massaged my painting. WAH! as I mixed the paint by my hand, I felt the Finale. I felt complete freedom inside my heart. Surprised, I found my heart painted in the middle of my palm.

I remembered grandma telling me. Are you wearing your heart on your palms again? I definitely did.