My love of art has never wavered. I had not painted since my teenage years. The loss of my son through adoption many years before, along with a lack of expression of my own creativity, had left me bereft and plummeting into deeper depression time and time again. Art had been such a saviour to me as a child, when I was confused by what was happening around me. In my own grief and pain as a teenager, I deprived myself of my one sanctity in a self-imposed punishment. I would allow myself to paint again when I found my son, and so the bargain was made. I found my son in 2008. I have a profound belief in the power of creativity in all its forms to heal. Lily was my saving grace. This book is for everyone looking to find their heart again and in so doing touch base with that child that lives inside.