A couple of weeks ago someone asked me if I had to choose
what I liked best what would it be:
My painting or my writing?
"I have to choose," I asked?
"Well no, but what if you had to?"
|My new Dreams & Goals journal for 2012|
I couldn't decide.
It's now two weeks later and I still can't decide.
If anything, having them both in my life
have only become absolutely necessary.
My ART is a way for me to express myself without explanation.
My demonstration of color, texture and painted stories
help connect my body to my heart.
It helps me go inside and stay a while.
It's here I continue to practice the art of listening.
It's here I continue to practice trust.
It's here that I feel home and where
I often experience bliss.
My writing is a way for me to go even deeper into myself.
It's hard work.
I go into these dark places because I have to,
NOT because I want to.
When I arrive,
all I want to do is look the other way and run out.
when I eventually go through it,
I realize why I had to go there...
Where the truth lies and the sadness still sit.
It's like choosing between your two kids...
You love them equally but differently.
You have a unique relationship with each of them.
How could you ever decide?
I know being IN LOVE with two art mediums
might slow down my success in each field.
But for now,
I MUST continue my LOVE affair with BOTH of them.
I just won't admit which one is my wife and which is my mistress...
Not yet anyway! ;)
Are you in love with more than one?