Hmm, what happens if I simply drag this dense hunk of pencil lead (graphite stick) across the page? Let the tips and edges of the tools themselves show me what wants to be. Just a whisper then of color. Stay light, less dark Rebecca. Its time for more reflection and hope. Let the spring puncture through the longings of my soul. I definitely feel the breeze of more understanding and ease... gently resting its timeless hand across my tired face.