Too tired to think, I reach for my brush, then change my mind and take the paint tube itself and simply lay the paint down, There is no though no reason, or rhyme, my mind takes over, my hands follow directions.
The previous night I felt tired, but I was happy, the colours and my strokes seemed to flow with ease and at a different pace. I smiled as I posted this picture on Instagram, saying, can you see the face, or what can you see? I was playful, I slept well.
The top picture was painted when I needed release from the stress of the day, conflict and sadness welled up inside as I faced the reality, yet again, that because you have a sibling, doesn’t mean you have a friend. In fact to feel hatred from someone you’ve known a life-time is really a very sad and hurtful moment.
We can choose our friends, but not family. We can walk away, we can close the door, disrespect and uncontrolled hatred that sounds in loud decibel at and around you.. is like walking into a war zone without protection. I choose to turn and walk away.
We all make choices, self-preservation is high on my list. I choose love, happiness = GOD. With GOD in my life, I will work at being a better person.
Thank you to all of you who worry and call me, I’m fine, life is what it is.. God willing Mother will transfer over to a peaceful place, no more pain.. freedom will be hers. She had a long and happy life, she knows her family loves her, and that is everything. Knowing you are loved, and God is with you.