I have been sad deep down for a long time. I know a lot of my sadness comes from losing Dad. I miss him so much. I also know I am worrying about a myrid of things that really I have so little effect with. My core being is happy. I am blessed by that. But there seems to be a chipping away that has been going on for a while. Mostly I ignore and carry on. But I think this winter I have opened some doors and allowed the dark to come through. Not to sulk, just be.
But with the promise of spring, and my decision to step up my focus, I am feeling hope and yes, happiness.
I am feeling the leaves starting to bud and the birds in my heart are singing again.
Art does this for me. And in my journal, I find the visual work lifting my soul up. And I embrace the warmth
of the Universe.
NOW
I step into the light and let it fill the dark places.
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