Why I Let Go ...
So this last week has been an emotional one. After being accepted into uni this year to complete my teaching degree, I laid down the torch last week because I just couldn't make it work. Study became all too time consuming and it began to wholly infringe on my family life, not to mention my self-care and consequently, my Art.
Since withdrawing from my studies, my mind has taunted "I'm a quitter". There's also been a really uncomfortable sensation of vacant space left behind in its wake. I thought I had it all planned out ... and now I don't know where I'm headed. Maybe I don't have to.
Yet, I also sense the deeper truth that everything is as it should be. I'm painting again, which feels wonderful. Something needed to clear before a new door can open for me, I feel. And I must say, I am blessed to have time back with my family now and time for creating again.
So, as always, I turn to my Art as a form of self expression and understanding. I've continued to work on my current painting by adding a cassowary, whose gaze spoke to me and felt strong and powerful. The feline below has a rose petal in her mouth now, like she is on her way home to her family, bringing the gift of self-love and creativity back where they belong. Together.
Funnily enough, we also became parents to two little kittens this week, so the feline energy is strong with me at this time. I don't have the all the answers for my future and I am challenging myself to allow this to be, just as it is. This space is actually what I've prayed for. So, I will just keep putting one foot in front of the next, with an open heart. Painting, Loving, Caring, Allowing, Being. And a whole lotta snuggles with these little guys.
I can either fill a vacant space just because it feels uncomfortable or I can embrace how it feels to really let go and be present. This feels like a good lesson to learn, for which I feel grateful.
Wishing you a rich week ahead.
All my Love,