Sometimes I get there by way of profound beauty and sometimes by broken heart. Sometimes in imagination and sometimes in real life. In some ways it’s a bit like Brigadoon, rising from the mist, magical and mysterious, not to be found unless you’re in the right place at the right time. Then suddenly you’re in its midst and there’s no denying it. You must either shut your soul or stand and answer.
I hope you’ll join me at The Master’s Artist to read more about The Aching Place.