Take your broken heart and make it into art!!

I have enough for this present moment.

Seeing the world through your eyes has been my greatest gift 

 

  The best is yet to come.

You will teach me to really fly.

The best is yet to come.

You think you know how but you never left the ground.

The best is yet to come.

The day you are mine.

The day I am found.

When our lips touch.

The love that binds.

The best is yet to come.

The art of emptiness .

  People say when one is depressed one has no imagination. It’s a cave a dark pit with no exit. It’s as if one has wandered into Walmart and can not find the exit. That there is no value in it and no way out. Well when the tears come so does the wild imagining arrive. Bold colors a deep longing for connection. Even trees suffer depression. The need is personal and a need to clutch it close to feel. Become worst at articulating the imagery of despair sadness aloneness.

  They ask, Nora if she had seen him? He was jumping out the high window as many others crashed after him.
Stoke was always running from something or into something.
Nora was longing to be safe and secure and she was looking in the wrong places for that. 
She felt her mother closer and when she went to reach for her, she was not. Oh, how she misses her. 
That is why she travels, always looking for her muse just over the next horizon.

  She wishes he were here tonight to sit in the shade on the back porch.  To feel a comfort with him, someone she has known her whole life.  

   

  

 Life is sweet
To just be

A walk in the woods with my faithful dog

Blue sky

Birds sounds

Smell of pine

Breath short up a steep trail

A view of the lake

Time for my thoughts with wide space to be

To just be in the moment

Life is sweet

 I will always be reminded of the moment in Paris. My flight long and my tickets for the tram difficult to secure.

I chanced to aboard with an African American couple from Chicago. Riding the train we were all excited but tense about our stop and connections to final destination.

Mine was three trains away and a van ride with a lovely man who never was a stranger.

As I constantly looked at my map and rose to see the stops on the ceiling of the train. Others around could feel my uncertainty.

I was slowly realizing that the stop I needed was not of this trip.

Which meant s stop at one of Paris’s largest train terminals with tons of levels and time schedules.

As I arrived at my stop I looked again and departed with all my gear in toe, carry on luggage in bright pink, coat, scarf, grey backpack hat and maps.

A young man whom I had not noticed departed with me, motioned to help direct me via my map and very little words.

I agreed to follow him as he merely guided me up to the correct hallway to follow towards the destination of my pointing on my map.

As I was so grateful and expressed it poorly  in French, he merely touched his breast where our hearts are and nodded his head in pure Grace.

I’ll take that picture with me in my heart and head always as a sign of what I have come to believe exist in this dirty crazy lonely lovely life.

What you seek,  seeks you!!!

And try in my humble awkward way to extend it to others along the way.

“This evening I have learned, my dear that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.” General Lorens Lowenhielm in Babette’s Feast