Going through some old notebooks and found these words- still very much applicable to my life currently.
Lately, my heart has been full, brimming with baby smiles, toddler giggles, transitions and tears. Yet, while experiencing tremendous joy amidst chaos and navigating heightened emotions, a part of my soul has remained empty. It has called out to me on many occasions- I have longed to be embraced in a creative flurry, swallowed up by moments where I feel compelled to create and time stands still. At times, I desperately needed to express the weight and load through immortal paint, rather than fleeting tears. But I did not. Not once. I sought sleep and cleanliness, whenever possible, ignoring the urge and enduring the emptiness a bit longer.
But, today, I was reunited with my long, lost friend. This brush and I quietly and quickly conversed while the smiles and giggles slept. Treading as if around sleeping dragons, we silently and carefully danced, as if we had just danced yesterday. With familiar strokes long and simple, our dialogue began- about our long departure, the emptiness being filled, and our bright future. Though our time together was brief, the brush and I made anew our promise to keep in touch and to speak often. Today, the cleanliness may be absent, but my soul is full.
