There’s Something in the Air

Or perhaps it is something inside of me. I feel myself expanding and growing, opening and blossoming.

Last summer I journeyed to the edge. I explored new territory and dark places within me. It was a time of healing.

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This summer I am still journeying. I am still exploring…

but it is with new eyes and a grateful heart

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I have discovered so much that I never thought possible. The world around me is more vivid, more beautiful, more alive. And me…I feel more alive than I ever have felt before.

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I am not sure where or when or why this shift and transformation happened…perhaps it is something in the air.

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Or perhaps it is me.

The true me, finding her way out into the light.

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Mosaic

I’ve learned a lot this past year. I’ve learned that things break. Like dreams and hopes and hearts.

Here’s the thing…

Things do break, but they come back together. Rearranged and combined in new and beautiful ways.

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Like a mosaic. The pieces are what make the masterpiece. And each piece has it’s place. Each piece part of the rich tapestry that is me, that is you. That is all of us.

I am grateful for the breaking so that I could put my pieces back together. My mosaic heart. Stronger than before. Stronger because of it. Stronger because what holds it together now, is faith and grace and love.

Works of art don’t just happen. It is through the breaking and the healing and the putting back together…

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Until the pieces all fit…and a mosaic masterpiece is born.

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Wild Hearts

There was a time when I searched for hearts. Every place I explored, every mountain I climbed, every path I traveled. But I never found any. I believed they were not for me to find. Perhaps I wasn’t ready to see them, so I stopped looking.

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And then suddenly they were everywhere I looked.  These hearts from nature. Hearts that you find while not looking for them. Hearts that remind you that life is beautiful and wondrous and amazing.

I have come to see these hearts as symbols. Letting me know that the path I am on, is the right path. The right path for me and my heart.

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After a long period of healing, mending, and then opening and expanding. My heart is once again whole. And once again…wild.

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Letting Go

The time has come. It’s time to let go.

I’m ready.

    I have been moving in this direction for a while now.

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Turning over stones, examining dark corners, and digging deep.

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Peeling away the layers that have wrapped themselves around my heart.

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    I have been remembering.

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And I have put the many wonderful memories in a good place.

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There is no lingering sadness, anger or resentment.

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Only understanding, compassion, and acceptance.

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I have been feeling. Despair and pain. Hurt and betrayal. Lost and alone.

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And then joy and peace and gratitude.

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For everything in life is either a lesson, a blessing, or a gift.

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This was a gift.

It gave me back myself. It showed me I could open my heart all the way.

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I could love with every part of my being.

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And that I can still grow and learn and believe.

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I’ve learned the difference between letting go and holding on. I choose to let go.

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Because letting go is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

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Letting go is opening a door, and clearing a path and setting myself free.

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And so I hugged him, told him I had loved him with all my heart, and then I let him go.

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