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Acrylic on wood panel
30 x 66
I listen for the wind.
Stepping into the water I expect a miracle yet wonder, will the waves knock me down?
I look up as if to ask, “should I be afraid?”
But there’s beauty in the storm.
I plant my feet firmly and the waves come.
One by one their power is broken as they crash around me.
The rain begins to fall harder and harder as gale winds blow hair into my eyes.
I stretch out my arms and lay my head back in sublime surrender.
It no longer feels like a storm.
It’s a healing place.
It’s beautiful.