There’s something sacred about slipping into a cold mountain lake — that breathless moment when water meets skin and everything else falls away.

Each plunge feels like prayer, a return to presence — to trust, surrender, and belonging in something vast and wild and kind.

It’s the same current I feel when I create — that edge between resistance and release, when the mind lets go and Spirit moves through the hands.

Whether in water or in art, the invitation is the same:
to breathe, to soften, to listen,
and to let the mystery shape me.