i love this recent painting (16×20 canvas). it reads, “together, it was a journey of heart”

and that’s exactly where i’m at these days: navigating some of life’s most unexpected turns with the love and support of the dearest people in my life. people i know, people i haven’t met yet, my immediate family, and circle and circles of unending hearts and support. i feel like a girl who has found herself in one of the most important walks of her life. it’s a walk that has changed everything. and however tender and scary it’s turning out to be, i’m just really grateful for the love. for being loved. i feel every ounce of it.

i’ve been learning more than ever that our stories need to be told. over and over again. until we feel the full breath of it ourselves. until we gasp in disbelief. until we extract every piece of meaning and goodness from its untold or forgotten or silenced chapters. i am in the heart of telling and piecing together my own early years and i can’t tell you what it means to see myself so tenderly like never before.

it’s a long story. maybe one day i’ll tell it here. but for now, i’m soaking in long forgotten and deeply missed pieces. it’s all good. and so important. together, with those closest in my life, it’s been a journey of heart.