I love tree rain! I walked my dog at one of our favorite rule-bound parks (the kind that require a leash). I was stunned by my Father’s creativity. Combining the mediums of foliage and rain, He sent crispy leaves showering from heights untouched by humanity. I wonder why, since I’m made in His image, and I have a desire to create beauty as He does, why am I so stuck right now? His work seems so effortless and yet my mind is churning more violently than the leaves now swirling in tiny tornados across the path. I have nothing to say. But this desperation to leave something on the page today, this insistence that I’ve failed if no ink smears are found on my thumb and right wrist later, this frustration is strangling me.