I realized early in life that I’d much rather be doing than waiting. There’s a lot of waiting that goes one in hospitals. Just think of all those rooms dedicated to waiting. Yesterday after blogging, I realized just how healing it was for me. Just as I realized the other day, waiting for Jon’s test results, that drawing was healing for me. Not able to concentrate even on a short story, drawing occupies my hands, sense of touch and brain as a release. When there are no words for me, there are always pictures.