"And now, in my studio, painting, I realize I am that child once again — only this time, body open, safe, creating not as a way to hide, but as a way to live." the circular nature of this line...encompassing grief, and time, and trauma, and healing. It is so achingly beautiful and poignant and relational. Thank you for offering to be witnessed and wisdom be shared in this piece. 💜
We will keep rolling forward until the jagged edges are smoothed, ever so slightly. One should not round off too much of the past so as to wash it away, just make it a bit softer.
"And now, in my studio, painting, I realize I am that child once again — only this time, body open, safe, creating not as a way to hide, but as a way to live." the circular nature of this line...encompassing grief, and time, and trauma, and healing. It is so achingly beautiful and poignant and relational. Thank you for offering to be witnessed and wisdom be shared in this piece. 💜
Thank YOU for bearing witness 🫶
My pleasure 💜
Parallels of significance… for you and I.
This is relatable, as you may have gathered from our previous conversations, and with each subsequent story the connection deepens.
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I wish we had different stories to tell from back then, but we are doing that now ✨
Yes, yes we are.
We will keep rolling forward until the jagged edges are smoothed, ever so slightly. One should not round off too much of the past so as to wash it away, just make it a bit softer.