Was I meant to stay in pain or did the paintbrush beckon to more? I found my hand encased in soothing fluid; the pain morphed into a different energy, a healing energy that I could share (image 7). I was clearly being asked to let go and to place my trust in Other. Gentle swirls I associated with Sacred Mystery began to surface often in my drawings.

The sketch of my hand going through a fence expresses a transformative process happening within me (image 8). I came to see that I was not drawing alone. Spirit was drawing me to a deeper level, guiding my hand to see what I needed to see (image 9). Pain was no longer simply pain, but an invitation to live out of a deeper reality (image 10). Something new was emerging within me.