My Lyrical Journey: How I Painted My Heart Wide Open

I’m a creative . . . and a woman

I procrastinate. I forget things — like eating. And appointments. And returning phone calls and emails. And breathing . . . sometimes . . . until I find my shoulders up around my head. THEN I remember.

I’m insecure and I’m confident. Thank God for really good friends who talk me out of the “I’m never gonna amount to anything" phases. I’ve hurt people when I’m insecure . . . AND I love the crap outta them when I’m confident.

I paint masterpieces and I paint crap. Sometimes the crap becomes a masterpiece (if I can just relax and let it flow).

I’ve been happier than a pig in shit, and I’ve cast pearls before swine.

I’ve loved so deeply that I could barely breathe. And, I’ve cried so hard over lost loves that I could barely breathe. I believe in a power greater than who we are here on this earth — and I believe we are that power.

I’ve seen how the power of belief and hope can create castles in the sky . . . and I’ve seen how being cynical can create the opposite.

I believe that we are all connected and that there are no mistakes in this world with each connection that is made. Most are lessons in how to love ourselves more — which is the most powerful form of love there could ever be.

I’ve had babies and have the stretch marks to prove it. I have never, ever regretted it. I’m proud of having given birth. It’s my greatest accomplishment in my life.

I get ideas at the oddest times. I always try to carry something to write with so they don’t go away — because I need to have room in my mind for more to come.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to laugh — at myself, at
jokes, at almost anything. AND, I’m just as prone to cry at the drop of a hat — for some of oddest reasons — sometimes for the same reasons that I might laugh.

I love to be in nature — to feel the earth beneath my feet, to see the sky, smell the flowers.

I think outside of the box. I don’t believe there should be ANY boxes. Or judgments. We are all here for a reason. It’s not my place to judge what the reason is.

I love to create, and I hate to create. (See above. I paint masterpieces and I paint crap . . . lol) BUT, I have no other option.
It’s who I am.

I’m a crone . . . a maiden . . . and a child. I don’t feel much differently than I did when I was younger, but my body tells me another story. I have wisdom that I wish I had when I was younger.

I wish peace — and hope — and joy — AND of course love for all.