Letter #3, Acceptance

"Letters Home" Letter # 3, Acceptance

WOW this one took me a long time to complete. I was feeling a lot of resistance to putting it out and nothing I had to say felt quite right. I felt completely insecure about the art itself but I embraced that feeling and kept going.
During this time I had a dream
In it two of my friends turned to me and said,
Celebrate the pain. Throw a party for it!

I started to imagine what a party would be like where everyone came as their deepest pain and struggle, boredom, anger, sadness and unworthiness would all be there. Just imagine them dancing together, it created a pretty funny image and it helped me to be patient with my own process.

So I welcome you to email me, message me, share your experience or pain with me, how it shows up, what it looks like.
Maybe we can find a way to bow down and thank it for the blessings it could be bringing you.

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Letter # 3,

10” X 8”, mixed media on canvas.

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Dear Home,

In my house every memory is me
Every room is a piece of my body
In my house every dog has a memory
of me 
If I could look at my house through the eyes of everyone else 
they would all be you 
Bear would have endless love and appreciation
Honey would sit peacefully 
Dad would not understand how to communicate with me
Mom would be blinded a lot by her own struggles
The couch would look away
The birds would curiously look through the windows
The window panes would beckon me to climb through them
Every crack in the wall would be gossiping to itself about the people it's seen 
Every mirror would wait to reflect back ones insecurities 
and tell them sly little things
The backyard would be a casting ground for play 
And the sun would send messages through it's heat 
And I would know I was only love 
And this universe around me was made up of  just one big question
Can you accept and love it all?
And I scream through my resistance Yes
And it's gone
One moment 
One question 
Swept away 
An entire lifetime, 

  The power of acceptance.

I love you

-Liz