We rise like the sun and fall like the sun.
But at the end of the day the sun is still the sun, it never goes away completely.
I feel we are like the sun.
Balls of energy so radiant and powerful.
We rise and we fall.
But at the end of the day we are still the same at our core.
I am leaning into the unknown.
Becoming comfortable with the uncomfortable.
Feeling all of the growing pains.
During this chaotic season.
I am growing though.
Growing gracefully, beautifully.
Into the unknown.
I’m done feeling so unsure of myself.
I have gone so long taking in what others have told me.
But I never really listened to myself.
I want to take in my own power and hold to them.
Listening to what I say and feel and not others.
I am still very flawed and I love that.
I want to embrace all of them.
Never forget the power of the written word.
The thing is, you have to help yourself before you help others.
But what if you don’t know how to help yourself.
What if no one knows how to help themselves.
And we are all frantically running about in the wind.
Just being carried from one place to the next.
As I am beginning another painting project, I am now starting to enjoy all of the little things.
I am slowing down my process and finding peace even within setting up for painting.
The feel of the hairs on the brush as I clean them.
The smell of pouring fresh paint.
The sounds of my easel as I set it up.
I draw, and create, and let my feels flow onto the paper.
On this chilly day in May.
Birds chirping
Wind blowing
Smell of fresh laundry
Slurping sounds in the kitchen
Laughter outside
All is still okay
I rest when my body says to rest.
I have learned this lesson,
Brutally.
Let go of what is not serving you…
As I make my morning coffee
I look out the window
And see a bird at the feeder
Doing what it normally does
And in the middle of all the chaos
I felt it was going to be okay
The Chatty Cat 