She went up on the wall today... As I hang her and fix her, I wondered.... "Why do I do this? Take hours to pour and bleed my heart out to a canvas?"
And a smile came, and I said out loud....
"Because not everything needs to reveal a 'why' at the moment you ask."
I believe that everything has a purpose.
Everyone has a purpose.
We may not know that right away, but it does exist.
And you can find it if you look for it.
She is my heart.
The one that grew a wing from where it is broken.
I do it, because it helps me heal.
I do it, because I get lost in it so much.... that it's my meditation.
I do it, because it is my rebellion.
I do it, because it is making love.
I do it, because I love it.
Painting, picking up a paintbrush, has taught me to step away from wanting to be perfect and embrace who I am.
My prayer for you is that you find yours.