I'm calling it I Have Traveled Through Your Tree. I am getting a lot out of doing words in art pieces. The writing is on the tree people. It reads: I've traveled through the darkness of your mind. Met the monster you say lives down inside. All I found was a scared little boy, asking to be heard. To be loved. I know all about the cuts that left you bleeding. Sometimes pain can be misleading. If you think that makes you unworthy. . . Think again. I've traveled through the darkness of your tree, and I see only light reaching out to me. You say monster. . . I see angel, savior, grace. For you, nothing but love upon my face. You entered hell, not by your own choosing, and did not become the devil you think. It is time to make this link. Your grace is alive and well within. I have traveled through your tree.

I still have more work to do before it's finished.