Are you what I have been afraid of?
There's this painting that my sister-in-law has done, she gave it to me and it sits on my wall, but my google photos is too full so I cannot add it here. I have been trying for over an hour and there is still not enough space made; that project is going to take awhile. I have thoughts of 'give it up, you always do', and 'maybe it isn't meant to be anyway'. Like me? Is that the unspoken mantra that goes on in the back ground of my mind, that stops so much of my creative process. I repent from listening to it, today. The painting is of a dark wood, the trees are very tall, the wood between them is very thick. There is a light coming down from above that is reaching through and filling up the middle even though. At the edge of the light there is a wolf, he's kind of slinking against the edge of the light. There is also a girl in a red riding hood, holding a basket. She is bending over slightly, very intent on the wolf. I hear her revelation, "Are YOU all ...