Continuing my "Letters Home" series. I find the healing taking place inside is palpable, intimate, loving and gentle. Creating through intention while making art, doing Spiritual coaching and putting out what I do doesn't always feel easy.
But it's really about creating something that's unique to my heart.
I think we all have something like that
which is really our energy beyond who we think we might be.
Our process of unfoldment into the understanding of our greater selves can be the best part.
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Letter # 2,
10" X 8" mixed media on canvas.
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Dear Home,
As I remember you again
You become real
Whisk away the karma that is left
A non Spiritual life I left behind
But ohhh so real
A teenager with burgundy hair
A hair net, a zig zag skirt
I hated my legs
This one is not as good as the others
Standing in the grass I felt so large
The blades were so tall
Who is that?
Everyone thought I was rich
But you always spoke of how you never had money
My shame
You think I have money
Well I don't
I have shame
That's my currency
How much shame will it cost me to buy a house
Or a car?
How much shame dollars do I have to pay?
Then I met someone and their currency was love
But I had shame and we needed a currency exchange place quick
And the exchange rate was high
100% was the only rate you'd give me on the shame
And in return you'd hand me over all your love
And you took my hand in yours and it carried in it the story of a good life where everything was okay
And I realized the stories I made up against myself
Because I thought I wasn’t worthy of love
But there wasn't an exhange place that would take that currency anymore
And so I thought
Lets walk a little further
Until we get home
And what is home anyway
Perhaps it's that place we thought we left when we got here.
I love you,
-Liz