Hi Blog,
I wish I could be more upbeat, but a dear, sweet, wonderful friend here lost her father and it brings back memories that are altogether painful, rich, sweet, hard, loving...many things and emotions that are difficult to express. I wish I could tell her it will be easier (a little anyway) someday, but words are so trite and mundane at this time. When I lost my dad the world took on a harder edge and the pain cut me so deeply I am still crawling back from it, and it's been 16 years...and years of therapy. Then my mother passed and the wounds (different ones with her) opened yet again. Tears come easily, words that make sense do not - at least for me...I am far better at expressing myself through art, at least I think I am. All I can wish for her is peace and a sense that life...and death...are what you make of them. I try, in a small way at least, to honor my parents by being the best artist I can be and giving whatever talent...and love... I may have to the people I draw and paint.
I wish there was more I could say that makes sense. Suddenly I feel very tired. I wish there was more I could give to make things easier.
It makes me think, reflect, and be so thankful for all the sweetness in the world, a lot of which resides here in the wonderful people who make this site a part of their lives.
Love and Bright Blessings to you all.
XOXOXOXO
I wish I could be more upbeat, but a dear, sweet, wonderful friend here lost her father and it brings back memories that are altogether painful, rich, sweet, hard, loving...many things and emotions that are difficult to express. I wish I could tell her it will be easier (a little anyway) someday, but words are so trite and mundane at this time. When I lost my dad the world took on a harder edge and the pain cut me so deeply I am still crawling back from it, and it's been 16 years...and years of therapy. Then my mother passed and the wounds (different ones with her) opened yet again. Tears come easily, words that make sense do not - at least for me...I am far better at expressing myself through art, at least I think I am. All I can wish for her is peace and a sense that life...and death...are what you make of them. I try, in a small way at least, to honor my parents by being the best artist I can be and giving whatever talent...and love... I may have to the people I draw and paint.
I wish there was more I could say that makes sense. Suddenly I feel very tired. I wish there was more I could give to make things easier.
It makes me think, reflect, and be so thankful for all the sweetness in the world, a lot of which resides here in the wonderful people who make this site a part of their lives.
Love and Bright Blessings to you all.
XOXOXOXO