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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, January 12, 2009

Matters of the Heart


A friend of mine told me she and her husband were separated. I had no idea! I take that back, I sorta knew something was going on but did not speak of it at the time. She expressed to me how it was difficult to talk about, "wearing your heart on shoulder". But today, after her "letting go", she spoke freely of her heart. Why are people so afraid to speak of matters of the heart? As if, trying to be less than human. It appears, from my past experiences, when you're actually "living matters of the heart", it is difficult to talk about. One is full of hurt, full of pain, and to voice that makes it real. I found that voicing those hurts, those pains, those uncertainties actually helps heal oneself. Amazingly, you see you're not alone. Others have those same feelings. Feelings pass. Where there was once pain turns into joy.


After my final court appearance, I decided I needed to get away. I needed to surround myself with people who truly loved me. So, I painted this painting titled, "A Path". A month later, I took my daughter, and my then daughter-in-law and my 2 grandchildren to Myrtle Beach. The hours spent with my daughter-in-law was in cleansing. She poured out years of hurt to me. Totally opening up with all her feelings. Today, she and my son are separated. He has a new girlfriend, she has a new boyfriend. They are both in the process of healing, and seemingly, finding themselves.

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