I have been meditating on a passage (Romans 8) this year. There is a part in there that talks about how sometimes we don't even know how to pray, but then the Spirit intercedes and prays for us with groanings too deep for words.
Lately, I've felt that way. Been laid flat so low that I don't even know the words to pray. Then I remembered my oldest friend telling me an idea for an art project about the dance between an individual and the Spirit. So this is my response to her idea and a picture of what I am currently experiencing in my life.