I once saw a painting called Contemplation on Emptiness, and it fulfilled me. It was so insanely gorgeous—the colors, the subject, the pure grace of the piece—that my soul was rocked. Unfortunately, buying it would also rock my bank account. I fought the urge. I battled my internal voice. And then, well, I snuck it into our family’s budget, and I bought it.
Very sneaky on my part.
About 24 hours after the painting arrived, I sent the artist, Quang Ho, a note, thanking him for the joy he brought me. He responded quickly: “Thank you, Amy. Your note made me think about that piece and about pulling all the parts together and about changing course with colors and meaning, but I will never forget how much love I put…
