Love is,

Within reach.

What is sitting upon my grasp is a deep feeling of appreciation, care and concern.

Beyond my reach is an unfamiliar story that I’m not quite sure how the ending goes.

A voice calmly whispering “be still my child” is a subtle reminder that often times we may be holding the pen, spilling ink upon a clean canvas.

Upon that canvas, an artist is allowed to make mistakes, re-write, erase and begin as many times as they see fit.

Art.

A new story begins,

That is

Within reach ….