Rebuild and rebuild and rebuild. Rebuilding finance and heart and friendship- here and there things fall apart a little- and I wake up and throw a brick or two on the newest layer of mortar - praying that my new and next house will be built on an unshakable landing, a knowing soul and heart, a faithful love. This time away comes as I close up a chapter of unbelief and choose to believe in love lasting and souls colliding. Sing it true, choose it wholly- re-learn the trust that a life rightly lived demands. I plan on loving a lot. I plan on being available and open to change and pain and growth in the ligaments of things. All this openness... as much as it hurts to stretch out and make room for a bulls eye a little left of center on my chest- it is a relief when finally there is no longer another choice.
When I was close to the end of my art school experience- one of my dearest mentors/instructors said to me, "I'm not worried about you. I don't wonder if you'll still be making art or doing it well in twenty years- you have to make art. You'll die without it."
That is how I feel tonight about LOVE as well. Re learning art and love. It's awfully sweet in here.
So, I choose to live.
And all the beauty and terrifying unknown that comes with the deep breaths that follow.
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