At the root of every human existence lies a quest.
Every journey involves a search for a proper way.
Through all my wandering strides, I find that I often miss the one that leads towards my inward soul.
I explore the outdoors at the expense of a stilled appreciation of who God crafted me to be.
And so, I turn to the image of a tree. I am invited by the wind to sway and perhaps to break in order to find life and thus give it away.
Such was the Kenosis of Christ.
He emptied Himself to fill me up with Love indescribable.
I am staggered by this.
Sketch / David Talaguit