Sometimes in life, I have searched far and wide for the 'answer'. I have looked in many many places and asked many many questions. How funny to discover that the key was at my feet all along - in my heart and my fingertips (and my paints and my words)!
My Dad used to tell a tale of a monk who was searching for something late at night, in a circle of light cast by a lampost. Another monk saw him searching and asked him where he had last seen his lost object.
'Oh round the corner back there' replied the first monk.
'Why arent you looking over there then?'
'Well, there's no light over there.'