I love it when what I’m supposed to do is clear. It doesn’t happen as much as I would like. This blessing I gave recently began in the night when I sensed the Spirit tell me who it was for and what it would say. I wrote it down on a post-it note and the next morning headed out to the studio to find visual expression for it. It flowed, a blessing for me and the receiver. I wasn’t sure why I added the paintbrush with paint, but the receiver knew when she saw it.