what we carry

I recognized the feeling right away. Betrayal, the feeling of not being enough to keep someone's interest. As I scribbled images of goddess and universe on some lovely hemp canvas, I started to get clear. Not a me problem. Not only am I enough, I am just right.

Painting and stitching took some time. As I found that yoga was going to be my life's companion, I decided this piece should be something to carry a practice I would have for life.

I used to think of the feelings that led to this art. Now I am able to think of the revolution. It's the part of me I've come to love. The forgiveness part. The part that won't let other's past mistakes inform the current others and lives. The part that is self contained..in peace, love and light. The compassion for the flawed and misaligned. The knowing there is magic inside the genie bottle my psyche goes to when I want solitude.

It's been three days of almost complete solitude. I relished the focus and nobody being the boss of me. As I step back into the world today, I relish community. I can carry my magic with me now.