Yesterday evening, Anita and I composed the final spread of The Rainbow of Hope. The process felt eerily miraculous. The image had been through several disappointing stages already, but now fell together unerringly, as if by magic. I now accept that divine guidance exists in some form, but don’t pretend to understand it. For me, it is about courage and self-acceptance balanced with a gentle, playful spirit. I tend to externalize it less than Anita, but results were no less profound than if angels had truly been at our side.
This morning, I slept late, resting my back and dreaming. An air of blessing permeates my dwelling. It is somehow visible and tangible. I’ll need to tap into it again today, as I work to bring the other illustrations of the Light section into alignment with last night’s creation.