I think life’s intimacy meet us in those thin places where things are both messy and beautiful, where perhaps our hearts feel like train wrecks but we still work to see the delicate beauty that lives in those spaces. Transitions are where the ground is fertile for this kind of intimacy: grief work, new parenthood, any experience where we are forced to transform into a new way of being in the world.
My messiest, most beautiful moments have been potent these last five years. Becoming a mother, especially those first few months after True’s birth was born were both terrifying and love drunk all at once. Strengthening my partnership with John has been (at times) messy, hard, but also a beautiful birthing experience for both of us that we requires us to rise up and meet the highest, wisest versions of our selves. Not easy, but worth it.
These are the moments. They force us to trust our own hearts, stay a little longer in what feels hard, and come through with a clearer sense of not just ourselves, but also how joy and hard often live together, and how that is a beautiful, messy truth.
XO friends! (If you’re interested in this new print, it’s available here)
Hi, I'm Kelly Rae Roberts!
Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint and everything changed.
Now I’m a full-time artist, author and Possibilitarian, who helps women explore and nourish their creative souls.
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