Every year it happens, February arrives and I have this strong urge to connect with something about my ancestors. Above the acrylic painting on 4x4’ sheet of paper Three Generations.
It showed up as something sad, as a unfulfilled longing.
What if I saw it as a sign of a new beginning, spring. A sign, to gather all my gifts given to me and to step forward into the new beginning, rather then, looking in the past for an explanation.
I had yesterday an aha moment as I was listening to each other’s insights.
Oh, so profound was for me the realization that I want to step forward, no need to explain the past anymore but to make marks and give the onlooker the opportunity to interpret the painting, I don’t have to explain everything.
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