I have found that the right people make their way into my life when I need them. Sometimes, it is a completely new person. Other times it is a friend or mentor (or both) that I suddenly reconnect with. And when they come, they come bearing gifts - gifts of wisdom, gifts of inspiration, gifts of love. I am overwhelmed by the people that have found their way to me… by the people who seek to help me and guide me. It isn’t a secret that I have had some inner struggles lately. One of my friends reached out to me and we talked. He is an incredibly deep and philosophical being who helped me understand who I am. I AM. Thats the key. I am the being who is aware of the feelings that I experience. I am NOT those feelings. I am not sad. I am not happy. I am. Remembering this has suddenly liberated me from identifying with feelings from which I have tried to free myself of for a while. I was so entangled with emotions and thoughts that I forgot who I was.
(12.08.18)
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Color is a focus of my work for a variety of reasons, but the main reason is for healing. My father was an angry and violent man. He took out his rage on his family daily and I took it upon myself to protect my mother and brother from him by becoming the focus of his fury. We didn’t have much, but my mother filled our home with colorful art to bring radiance into an otherwise dark place. I followed in her footsteps and escaped into vibrant art of all shapes and forms. Getting into the flow of mindful art creation has been the single most important part of my healing. I hope to share the happiness that colorful art brings me with others, especially children.