As I have made my way through the last few months, I have found myself feeling compelled to create. I love making mixed media art canvases. My mother was a litte OCD when it came to keeping her house clean; my sister and I are certain that our love of scissors, glue, paint and ink is a direct result of not getting enough cutting and pasting time as children.
We are making up for it now.
These little canvases have helped me in so many ways. The messages they convey have come from within me, sent by my heart and soul to help me heal. They challenge me to believe in myself and in my capacity to find what is next for me. I can stretch and grow if I am willing to take risks and try new things.
They remind me that I am loved and that I have love to give to others. When this transition started for me, I asked myself the question: what do I believe my purpose to be?
The answer that came to me was a little surprising. I really felt that my purpose is to love. It seems a little simplistic and sort of hokey, but that's the answer that came to me. Love of family will always be my first priority, but this seemed bigger than that. I felt my purpose is to be a loving presence in the world.
And so as I look for that open window that must be out there somewhere for me, I will continue to listen and to follow the whisperings of my heart and to look for opportunities to open my heart and to be a loving presence.