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As we walk down the great hallway, I scan artwork of all sorts and styles hanging between the sconces along the walls. They are beautiful, interesting, and thought-provoking, but one painting snags my attention. I stop—my movement arrested by the energy and authority in the image. A large roaring lion emerges from the darkness: powerful, determined, fearless... asserting authority and dominion. My response is visceral. I am drawn, and yet, cautious... hesitant before the com

I remember when my girls were little and they would come close, press in for affection, for security, or just to know that I was there.