Two years ago during a cliff-diving day trip gone bad I shattered my right heel. I have not been able to walk normally since then. Honestly, I could probably write a novel about my struggle over the past year with pain and depression. But everyone deals with that at one point or another so I will just say that there was a long while when I didn’t know if I would be able to walk again. During that time I began to search for beauty in brokenness. I started sketching strong, beautiful women with prosthetic legs. I call this search for peace my Study in Prosthetics.
Good thoughts to you on your own journey towards peace.
OxOx, Amy Rebecca