Found my paints - in the big tool box thing where I organized and 'put them away' several years ago. Next to them was the last painting of a rose - the only one I saved and didn't sell. Did you know selling a creation is a bit like selling a child. Just seems WRONG. I'm thinking I need to UNbury these things. Like the piece of wood I saw at Home Depot the other day, and wanted desperately to UNbury my wood burning tool and carve a beautiful "praise-filled" word into it beside a languishing flower. The smell of the wood while burning, was half the enjoyment, especially when using cedar or another fragrant piece. I just recently unearthed 'writing' as one of my buried 'joys'. I may have lost some of the technique, or 'correct-ness'; but I'm enjoying it IMMENCELY.
Why? I wonder WHY? WHY DID I BURY THEM? WHY? WHY?
Granted I was in a world that tried daily to kill any piece of individuality possessed inside. Retail. I think of it as an evil world now that I spent 8 years deeply entrenched in it's death grip. And I long so desperately for all my friends who are still there - to be set free.
I understand the Veteran who holds a bit of guilt for surviving a war when so many friends died. But, I keep hoping that my escape will encourage them to step forward and find life for themselves.
I pray that one day I will be in the position to 'take them with me' - every one who longs for freedom and creativity in life - a chance to breathe and live free! It isn't just a political thing; it's a 'life' thing.
FREEDOM!!!! It is real. It is possible. And if you believe - it will happen.
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