Beaumont slept on the floor beside me. My beloved lay on the couch pretending to read when actually he too was sleeping.
Music played in the background and I was oblivious to the lyrics falling gently into the rhythm of sounds
Heart first into abandonment of letting go of how to’s and must do’s.
Yes. This is where my creative essence finds itself free to express itself fearlessly in love with the art of creating.
It can be so easy to forget the power of creating. The joy of letting go of what I think needs to get done, or must.
In the art of creating, I let go of thinking to give way to feeling my way through to the other side of bliss.
In the art of creating, I forget to judge myself, to find myself lacking or not enough.
In the art of creating, I am whole. I am beloved. I am free.
I painted last night.