Today I’m low on words and that’s just alright with me. I wrote this a few weeks ago, when I had lots of words in my head.
I adore it when I discover my beautiful-self wrote something that my messy-self would need to read on June 19, 2014.
How cool is that?
It might even mean I’m here for myself even I don’t realize it!
Just keep moving forward. life is better played with a HEART FULL OF YES. Even when you are crushed by the weight of gravity there is a YES somewhere inside you. Search for it. Your pain only seems bigger than you. Let it fuel you to push FORWARD. There is nothing back there you can change. The rear view mirror is for lane changes. Change lanes when necessary, but keep your eyes on the road ahead.
50 something years on the planet and I’m still learning how to let go gracefully. Mostly I hang on like a bird firmly attached to her perch.
Trying to Find the Center of Myself (a.k.a. being self-centered)
I only rarely publish an image of myself on the Facebook Page. Oh I may sneak some body part in a photo and not tell you it’s my hand or foot. On occasion I am drawn to pair pictures of myself with words. There seems to be a common denominator in the theme.
Woman looking inside herself – searching for her voice – just wanting to be loved.
This is an uncomfortable post for me because posting images of myself seems so damned self-absored. But who I am I kidding? I am absorbed in myself. I’m questing and questioning all the fucking time.
The posters are in order of appearance, from newest to oldest. Like any other artist, I cringe looking at the earlier stuff. What was I thinking with some of those fonts?! The newest of the lot feels the most vulnerable of all even with the superimposition of my face and a fascinating tree. The hollowed out eye is so revealing about how I feel at times. And and the twisted tree with a blood red cast across my face reminds me of sinew. I find it both scary and beautiful.
Putting myself out there gets uncomfortable. Vulnerability kicks in. Self-awareness became self-consciousness. I refer to those moment of acute self-consciousness as “In the Garden” or “Adam and Eve” moments. They had been naked, open, and free in the Garden of Eden until Eve ate the Apple from the tree of knowledge… and in an instant shame set in. Today I decided “what the hell”? I hope some of you relate; if “selfies” don’t do it for you, then move along. There’s nothing much to see here. But if you stay. And if any of it strikes a chord within you, then please accept my invitation:
I’d like you to pair the right words or a favorite quote with a selfie and share it with us. Be creative. You don’t even have to show us your face. Let’s be intimate and try real “in-to-me-see”. I hope you’ll share with us because it helps us see more clearly into ourselves. I know you. You have lots to say and this is a safe place for you to be heard.
I’m serious. I want your own self-portraits with words on them or under them (if you aren’t a poster maker) here. You can upload them to the comments section under this post. I won’t use them for any other purpose, but just remember, it is the internet and you never know where they might end up. Don’t post something you don’t have the copyright to or would regret finding on Pinterest or elsewhere. Any hey…no naughty bits – okay?