An unintentional drawing exercise to try to invite creativity back into my life unexpectedly brought to paper a reality I am hiding inside.

While drawing I felt a sudden physical resistance as I recognized the fetal contours emerging as a center piece. Despite the tears I let my hand complete whatever needed to be completed. The colors of black and white resembling an ultrasound image I never saw? The colors of black and white how very well representing my grieving emotional state. A square-shaped home instead of a red, warm, round and nourishing environment? Or does it still try its best to protect what was planted inside.

I could not look at this image for month, but I now want to share it with you as a way to start to tell my story.

A mother at heart.

My children never conceived.

Anonymous