My father-in-law died this week. It’s been a lot for my wife, Jenny, who’s helped her mother take care of him for years, more and more in recent months. Today she said, “I’m really glad you did some swiping with me when things were at their worst, a few months ago when I was at my breaking point.” I remembered the imagery her creativity had conjured. “The burden of going out there all the time and the energy it drained became these big boulders all weighing me down. But then they turned into styrofoam and cracked open to reveal all these glowing gemstones that I knew I could treasure forever. Since then, the burdens haven't been so heavy. They're just styrofoam!” Wow. Beautiful work beautiful brain. Recalling the magnificence of that Metaphorical Moment and hearing from Jenny how transformational it had been I thought, "Thank you Laney. Thank you ART. Thank you Laney's Higher Power." Then Jenny said, “I just wish I hadn’t lost my patience the day I had to clean up all that poop. I wish I could go back and be more understanding.” I held my hand up and said, “Go back and be as understanding as you want.” Her swiping eyes pinked up and glistened. Then she sighed. After fifty or so swipes of my palm she stared straight ahead and said, “Yeah.” There's no way I can thank you enough Laney. This was just one tip of an entire iceberg of impacts. I'm sure I speak for many others as well. Merry Christmas! Sincerely, Mark