A New One

At long last, I was finally the exhausted and humble recipient of a two-day summit to reconvene with my inmost thoughts, my paintbrushes, and my Creator.  A phenomenon otherwise known as "a weekend at home without plans", my reflective enclave in time was as restorative as it was uneventful.

When I approach my inmost thoughts these days, I am greeted continually with the same content -- a singular obsession waiting for my arrival, inviting me to pause in contemplative prayer for the next incling of revelation to glisten from hidden places.

While the specifics of my "inclings of revelation" are to me yet too sacred to cast into the limitless expanse of searchable space, I will share with you their representation.

"Nations"

(The Close-up!)

I want to carry extravagant love to the ends of the earth, like living water in a common jar of clay.