Here it is. Completed. Not on the mourning wall yet, but finished. I am pleased with it. I am pleased that its combustible too. I know one day it will be completely gone, up in flames with a prayer of gratefulness for the experience, lessons, and overcoming. But for now, if feelings or memories come up, I can look at it and feel healthy knowing the evidence is on the outside in a work of art with the feelings no longer taking control of my thoughts or life
one of the things I love about the Spirit of love, is that when it communes with you, you have experiences of synchronicity. For instance I did not plan for 13 roses, they just happened that way, and the left over material was just enough to produce the buds. And the black jute was material I had left over from other projects, as was the black satin ribbon. Both of which were exactly enough to do the job of going completely around the vine wreath. I didn’t plan for there to be 13 messages of mourning of my lost life, they just came out of my soul as they were felt and expressed.
I feel that the history of my past is completed. I have some work on maturity to do, and then steps into the new life that waits. What that will be, I’m not sure. But I do know, there is a painting that wants to come out of my soul, and once the time is right, it will emerge.