Choice. She looked down at the floor and realized that there were so many choices, all woven together, that could make up the whole. While each one was different they were all part of the fabric of her life. So far this year, I’ve done very few “regular” Zentangles. When I completed this one, and showed it to my daughter, she asked me, " Does it feel weird to do black and white now?" That was an interesting question because it was something that I was actually thinking about when I did it! And, the answer was, “Yes, it is a bit strange because I’ve been moving so far away from it lately.”