Willow’s HeARTwork

Watercolors. Oils. Pencils. Paper. Canvas. That’s all she needed to be happy. When she was around those things her spirit soared, and time ceased to exist. She felt abundant and blessed when immersed in her tiny studio that doubled as a bedroom. The only telltale sign of a bedroom being a twin bed tucked away in the corner. The rest of the space she reserved for canvas and easel. She cherished her sacred space. When not outdoors drifting on the breeze of daydreams, Willow was sure to be found in her studio. One glance, seemed to reveal all that took place in Willow’s tiny studio bedroom. However, look deeper for there is a cosmic tale. What Willow experienced in her sacred space, only a few knew, but many would find out.

Willow always kept within reach what she called a “modest little black notebook.” A dilapidated little black notebook was closer to the truth, but she perceived life differently than the rest of the world. The contents of her little black notebook gave testament to that, although she never shared it with anyone but her grandmother. She filled the notebook with so many sketches, symbols, and writings that it expanded like an accordion, and needed an elastic band to secure its contents. Willow’s “Artistic masterpieces,” as her Gran called them, all grew from the seeds of thought planted in her black accordion notebook. Where the seeds of thought came from is what made Willow’s little black notebook so precious to her.

“No thanks Gran,” said Willow. “I just couldn’t part with my modest little black notebook.”

“But it‘s falling apart child. I found great Moleskine notebooks online. You could have it in a couple days,” said Gran.

Granny was excited about the idea. Willow was not.

“Gran, these pages hold more than words and images. They hold the frequency of the Archangels. These pages hold the energy of love, peace, and joy,” she said.

Willow held up her art accordion as if she were about to play its ethereal music.

“I don’t understand Willow,” admitted Gran.

“When I’m very still, and breath very slowly I visit the realm of the Archangels. When I’m connected to the Archangels I receive images, and messages that can only be seen with my inner-eye. Whatever goes into my notebook holds, and represents the intentions of the Archangels. The intentions of Love, Peace, and Joy for all humanity,” Willow explained.

After breakfast one day, Willow marched into the living room for privacy with her sketch pad and notebook, eager to connect to her inner-stillness. People only went into the living room when there was company, or a family celebration so, solitude was practically assured. She found her usual spot by the window where the light was sublime, and got comfortable. Some time has passed when, “Hey! Hey turd! Earth to Willow!” Marco shouted.

Willow was startled back into her skin and looked at her younger brother in confusion.

“Did you call me a turd?” Willow asked.

“Um, yeah. You were ignoring me,” he answered.

“That wasn’t nice Marco, and I wasnt’ ignoring you,” Willow said. “Why are you here anyway? What do you want?” she asked.

“I wanna use the living room so, you have to leave,” he stated.

“Is that so?” Does mother know that you and your little troop of nose-miners are going to be in here?” Willow asked.

“How did you know that? Whatever, you can draw pictures anywhere, so go!” Marco demanded.

He pointed towards the archway, but Willow stayed put.

“The world doesn’t need anymore ugly pictures Willow. They’ve all been drawn and colored, so give up now before you embarrass yourself,” Marco said.

Willow looked at Marco as if she didn’t know him. Tears welled in her eyes and splashed onto her pencil sketch.

“How could you be so cruel Marco?” she asked.

Willow stood and clutched her notebook and sketch pad to her chest.

“Take the room, but at least spare my feelings,” Willow said.

She started to leave, but stopped short. Willow wiped her eyes and narrowed a look at Marco.

“One day people all over the world will admire and even beg to buy my art. Even you Marco. But I will never let you beg, because whatever I have to offer, I will give freely to you brother,” Willow said and exited.

One sparkling, sun-lit morning Willow woke eager to put the finishing touches on her newest piece. Before she awoke, she’d been dreaming of her Gran. In the dream, Gran wore huge, red gloves that she couldn’t remove no matter how much she tried. Determined to remove the enormous gloves from her own hands Gran walked into Willow’s studio, and thrust her gloved hands into open gallons of paint. The dream ended as an Archangel walked out of a painting, and peeled the gloves from both of Gran’s hands.

After writing her dream in her dream journal, Willow changed into her painting frock. She worked diligently and finished the painting in earnest to share with her biggest fan—her grandmother. While Gran was enjoying one of her clubs on Zoom, Willow went into Gran’s room and set up an easel for her freshly painted canvas to be viewed. After her club, Gran went to the sanctuary of her room and was elated to find Willow’s painting. She relaxed in her velvet reading chair and stared at Willow’s painting for what seemed like minutes, but were in fact hours.

The next day, Gran found Willow outside sitting under the tree she was named for.

“Precious Willow, your newest masterpiece had me mesmerized,” Gran said. “One minute I was sitting by my sunny window and staring at your painting—next thing I know, I’m waking up in bed with the sunrise.”

“I’m glad you slept so well Gran,” Willow said.

“There’s more Willow—much more,” Gran said.

“What is it Gran? Are you okay?” Willow asked.

“Yes child. That’s just it. I’m better than okay. I’m terrific! Look at my hands precious Willow. Look what you’ve done,” Gran insisted.

She held out her hands for Willow to inspect. Willow looked over Gran’s hands, and instantly remembered her dream.

“Oh, Gran. Your hands! They’re not swollen,” Willow said.

“That’s right. The arthritis is gone. I’ve been cured precious Willow!” Gran exclaimed.

“It was the Archangels,” Willow stated confidently.

“It was your painting Willow. Your painting healed me,” Gran said.

Gran held the miraculous proof of healing in the palms of her hands and wanted to share it with others. She wasted no time and told the friends in her Qi Gong club the story of her healing. They were astounded and anxious to see Willow’s painting and receive their own healing. With Willow’s permission Gran posted her miraculous story online. Within five days her story went viral. She received hundreds of thousands of comments. The vast majority wanted to know how to acquire a healing painting of their own.

Willow was right. The story of Willow’s healing heARTwork travelled the globe. First hand accounts of their healing qualities were broadcast on social media, television, radio, and newsprint. Her art spoke to humanity in a language without words. A feeling language that could only be translated by an open heart. Some could not handle the high-vibrations emanating from Willow’s paintings, and had to look away. Some darker souls even became angry, and called her art a hoax. Others sobbed at the sight her paintings. Most visual recipients experienced profound emotional insights and renewed feelings of love and compassion. Nearly all walked away feeling energetically uplifted, and lighter as if a heavy weight had been lifted from their heart. There have been official recordings of recipients who received emotional, mental, or physical healing from looking at a mere photograph of Willow’s art. Willow was an overnight sensation.

In silent stillness, Willow heard the music of her soul’s song. She felt each note and let the harmony flow through her and manifest in art form. She understood the universal language of love and spoke it fluently with each brushstroke. Willow’s paintings were infused with the Love and Light of the Archangels, and composed of Divinity. She knew her purpose. She embraced her intuitive mission as an ambassador of healing love for a sick humanity struggling to break free from the illusion of self.

Willow accepts donations only for her healing heARTwork. Most of her pieces are created for hospitals, supported-living homes, shelters, government buildings, schools, and prisons. She recently began creating murals to facilitate community healing, and unity through diversity.

One recipient in particular was so astonished by the healing received after viewing one of Willow’s pieces at an art and sound healing session, that they sent Willow a donation of $20,000. The accompanying note read: “Dearest Willow, Please accept this small donation. I say small because the surgery I was scheduled to receive was slated to cost 10 times that amount. I’m eternally grateful to you and the Divine gift you share with the world,” signed anonymous. Willow used that money to build a tiny-house studio in her backyard. She made sure to put in plenty of windows to fill her studio with sublime Light.