6 days ago
‘I am an artist’ she said... not sure what it meant. It didn’t pertain to the matter at hand, but she said it because it was her truth, it had always been true. An artist is still an artist even when they’re not creating. Even when they forget what it feels like to create.
He laughed and brushed it off. It was just some nonsense that she’d say, something more to prove his case… she was crazy. So crazy that she didn’t know her own reality. Crazy enough that he could choose it for her.
But, when you speak your truth and don’t know where it’s coming from, you can only feel it to be true, it isn’t really ‘you’ that is speaking. It is your inner wisdom, inner knowing, your Goddess inside. And She can’t be silence once She has been revealed.
Fast forward and you know how that story ends. with pain and vengeance. with crying and cleansing.
..::..Now here we are..::..
On a cloud above the artists. dancing and dreaming. working and playing.
It might not be the jumping up and down moment one would expect. But, in this moment, my heart sighs.