Christlike communications are expressed in tones of love rather than loudness. They are intended to be helpful rather than hurtful. They tend to bind us together rather than to drive us apart. They tend to build rather than to belittle.
L. Lionel Kendrick
More naked than I dare to be in the world, this comes out on the page.
Wide eyes, with nothing to hide. A heart in search of love, and meaning.
A soul, filled with darkness and light.
A bald head, naked and unapologetic.
I return to my journal, and my favorite colors. The thing that comes out, as so often, is a self portrait. Another one, another aspect of me, another image of the whole.
I find comfort in my worn paint brushes and paint on paper. Together they fill my head with silence.
I crave the silence of mindfulness, of flow, of the autumn wind in the trees.
This week I have also been writing out my thoughts, journaling like a mad woman. I crave words, and deep thoughts. Communication and letting go.
Thanks for letting me share.
Stay tuned. The sun is behind the clouds, I just know it.