Our lives, just like our canvases are a compilation, a collection of the strokes laid down from every moment since it’s inception. We move. We think. We express. We make mistakes. We grow. We learn and we love. I find more and more that as my compassion for myself and those around me grows, the order and color, quality and gentleness of the strokes create something more satisfying than ever before. Not all of the “past” strokes are covered, in fact they create the depth and also add to the joy that occurs when the newest strokes are laid down. It is all coming together beautifully and I acknowledge, accept, embrace and am thankful for EVERY stroke I see on my canvas.
How is your canvas?