Freedom...

Freedom

She would no longer
stand in the darkness...

The sun and the wind
would now carry her...

carry her to her dreams...
carry her to her feminine...
carry her to her love...
carry her to her heart...

carry her to her freedom.

Transformed...

 

Transformed

 

She started out

soft and light

gentle strokes

moving across

the paper.

 

and when she appeared

she transformed.

 

changing herself

to bold...beautiful

and strong.

 

she felt the vibration

of creativity all around her

let go and be wild

she whispered

feel the wings on your shoulders

 

there is nothing to fear.

 

 

 

 



Releasing...

 

I am releasing...releasing my inner conflicts to the universe...rising above...I am learning that I have often tried to control myself ...my emotions...my reactions and really what I am finding is that I can only control my attitude and my behavior ...So I am releasing the negative feelings ...

I remember when my good husband passed...all I wanted to do was be surrounded by his things...I would wear one of his t-shirts to bed at night...sleep on his side of the bed...breathe in the smell of his clothing...hold his picture close to my heart...

Today...after over 5 years since my husband passed I no longer do those things...for I feel him with me almost every day. I see his smile in the smallest of things and know his love...

I remember when I was told that my relationship with my son and his family had come to an end...I took all the things that they had given me and packed them away...I took pictures and placed them in boxes along with letters and cards...

Today...was the first day in almost a year and a half that I let myself open that box...today I revisited the moments of memories...and I placed a picture of my son and me back on my desk and I look up at it now and smile...

I am releasing...I am healing...

I love and I believe I am loved...

ART Heals...

 

 

 

ART HEALS...

For the gentle little soul
who loved to color...

ART HEALS.

For the heart that needs
to mend...

ART HEALS.

When you question
your ability...

ART HEALS.

When you let your
inside out...

ART HEALS.

Be the woman your
gentle little soul always
knew you were
born to be...

ART HEALS.

ART Heals...

 

Where am I?

I am in the garden
of my life

I am dreaming
big dreams

I am growing
from the inside out

I am believing
in myself

I am trusting
the process

I am loved
by myself and many

I am content
and happy

I am feeling
whole.

Listening to my heart...

Listening to my heart is sometimes a difficult thing...my mind chatters wildly with the negative.
And yet this year I have been listening and healing...

We all experience some kind of heartbreak...ranging from the smallest of things like losing something precious (like an earring) to the most difficult (loss of a love one). It is then that our bodies become filled with grief. It is a physical emptiness that often cannot be put into words. And we wonder if we will ever be able to mend.

Heartbreak can leave wounds so deep that it leaves scars...but I do believe that healing can happen...that raw emotion hurts...and yet we all know that hurting can lead to healing. The pain allows us to realize that we need to pay attention to our self. That we need to acknowledge the hurt before we can begin to heal.

They say that time heals all pain...but is it time that heals it or truly feeling it instead of burying it that leads us on the path of healing?

As I deal with the heartache of adoption/reunion and now loss I feel I am repairing my heart.
I am being gentle with myself and looking for all the positive things that have happened. I am opening myself up to loving...trusting...and believing once more.

Life continues on even amongst heartbreak...and I am emerging on the other side of mending...I am feeling stronger each and every day for all the experiences that being reunited has offered me...and I look to the positive more so now than ever.