For the past 11 days, my husband and I have been frantically preparing to move to a new home, after 20 years in this one. I have packed away all of my supplies except for a few basics in an attempt to focus every waking moment on the task at hand. (We move in 2 weeks.)
When I saw this week's challenges, I was truly touched. I imagined a Zentangle prayer shawl going up across the planet, with wishes for peace. I couldn't imagine that I would have a minute to sit down and actually draw, but my thoughts were with our community as pens touched paper and outlined our need for peace.
And then there was a lull in our moving frenzy, so I picked up my own pen and paper. I almost immediately lost Organic, but moved to drawing Mooka, which always soothes me.
After I finished, I went to post my tile, but encountered some tech difficulties. I decided to wait, or maybe even just let it go.
Then I learned about the massacre in Nice. More violence. More hatred. More innocent victims. Children.
This morning, I had to connect with someone. And here I am. Thank you for the peace that you always offer, through Zentangle, through your stories, through your friendship.