Brush Strokes

How long has it been? How much has changed. I needed to return. There is more to write.

My blog has remained away in a drawer for some time now. There is so much left unexpressed and undocumented. I have no idea where to begin.

Living unrecorded is sometimes better.

What a different place to be in, from where I was. How fewer my fears are now. How different. There is less control. There is more flow. There is more trust and faith - things that I had always only dreamed of. I am determined to get to that place I seek. Not because it offers more stability and security perhaps, but because it is simply what I desire.

I want to write and I want to draw. I want to create. I want to be in an unreachable place. A place of pure confidence and energy. To further my trust and faith outside and inside myself.

I have found a place of calm and release. A place connected with nature and the wild - the oldest parts of our world. I want to inhabit that space where my mind is free and at ease. I don’t want to think or believe the same as everyone else. I must continue to trust my path and my creativity.

Everything is in me. If the path pulls away, that is because it is meant to.

I will continue to design and cultivate my own life. I will not be defeated by the opinions of others or my own fears and doubts.