The waiting room at the therapist's office had 2 chairs and a wall picture. The picture was a painting labelled, Cave Paintings.
I sat there waiting, glancing at the horses, wondering how long I would be here. The woman came out, invitee me into her office and we began.
Get some paper, larger the better.
Early on, I would draw something and she would help me look at it, what it meant.
Later, the Zentangle came to me.
I'm stuck on lesson 5.
Let it flow,
You may be surprised how liberating that can feel.
No wrong way,