The plans are being made, the camper readied,the time set aside. And I'm exhausted. Do you ever pour so much of yourself out into something that, when you do want to create, there is little left? That was me this last few weeks. This is my chance. I may just pack all my painting supplies and just...paint. And maybe take one book besides my Bible. Sometimes you have to seize the trip for one purpose. For me it will be to rest in my love of painting; it is my chroma-therapy and my act of worship unlike any other. My heart just did a flip. That is a good sign. No, that is a great sign.