I have never had blind faith in a clearly defined higher power. The current social and political noise has triggered my old internal noise of angry helplessness making me long for rescue beyond earthly ignorance. For me, this means becoming part of the big C E: Creative Energy. While painting Spiritual Rescue, I realized I was expressing a memory from long ago. The story below is written as an account of this memory.
This is the girl that sits by the stream leaning against a Weeping Willow tree. As she becomes absorbed by the feel and sounds of nature, something magical seems to happen. It is a jolt of light in the brain. It is a spiritual connection and mental rescue.