Restoration of The Artist’s Image


Who are you?                                                                                                                                     Are you losing that sense of yourself that keeps you on the your path?                                   How do you find you?                                                                                                                    Who helps to restore you to yourself?

I like my niece’s  description of me: the gray-haired girl. (she caught me sneaking snacks from the pantry.  And told on me to her mama, my baby sister!)                                                Yes. Lost but not missing.  Covered up by busyness that does not measure up to purpose.   First, I acknowledged the absence. Then I wailed and wallowed.  Finally, I accepted emptiness.                                                                                                                                                My brother and sister rescued me, listening as I recalled this self-portrait, telling them I want to be an artist that is both wise and playful.  They gave me the thumbs up.

Find yourself and share who you are with those near by.  Be present. Be blessed.

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