wounds / healing / art / accepatnce / yoga

a still life...red....for all the wounds that healed while I created this....

I think from pain, often sprouts the greatest creativity. We open up, to let things spill over and out, a release of sorts, as if we are filled too much for containment any longer, and we have to let something go. A release of what breaks us, takeing on the form of a piece of art, somehow then, we evolve, and learn to let something go. We uncork ourselves, the better, and the worst, parts of ourselves, in order to keep on moving forward outside the pain. 

The physical pain we usually bleed from, the internal and emotional pain, we sink further into. Often, it is the internal pain, which bleeds the longest, for it is out of sight, and affects our minds. We twist, we turn, we stay up at night starring at the darkness of our bedroom ceilings, making all sorts of compromising promises to a god we barely believe in, but think surely is watching and listening to us anyway. In the darkness we grieve with our pain, until morning comes, and someone, once again, turns on the light. We tuck it neatly back into the crevice of the bones it arose from, until, the next night, when we stare at the ceiling in darkness, and watch the pain hover down around us, again.

 Create something from all of the darkness, and make the pain stay away...art  takes on many channels, redirect the vision, until you can turn off the lights, and fall soundly to sleep...accepting life on the terms it has given to you.........the old, the new, seamlessly married in fleeting moments of acceptance.....