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I'm stirring...

I spoke about the excitement and exhilaration I'd experienced as an 'art student'
I haven't had this feeling in a long time but something is happening right now
I don't know what it is but the clues are there!
I'm feeling a little skittish even,
like the synapses in my brain are making new connections,
or at least re-establishing old ones that give me the feeling of being alive again after what seems like and eternity of dark days...

Whilst my love was on
this planet, he wasted very few moments.
The days were spent mostly making or repairing things, he was a very down to earth man but said he loved me because, quoting Dylan's words, "of the two sisters I was the 'creative one'".  He always encouraged me to express myself here in Finding my Bliss.  He said he was not creative but I knew differently for music and words were a big part of his life loving to search the internet for lost tunes and lyrics. I would often find him in the small hours happily singing along to some random finding with a lovely smile on his face...

What I take from this man is his attitude of living each moment to the full.
I feel like I might be emerging as a butterfly from the chrysalis


I know he would want me to fly in all my creative glory not wasting one minute!

Today I returned to my morning yoga practice, nothing too strenuous, have not laid my mat out in over six months, I have been somewhere else, the land of numbness, but now I am stirring...


How exciting! :)
Love your photo image...

Here's a line from one of Celine Dion's songs that seems appropriate:
"Fly, fly little wing, fly beyond imagining..." You're on your way!
Patricia Turner said…
Love this image! And wonderful stirrings.
Cat said…
welcome back sister-friend

love and light
Unknown said…
oh those gentle first stirrings. they are exactly that, skittish. full of trepidation and much hope.

i'm very happy to hear of the stirrings my friend. x
rebecca said…
dearest, i have been away yet today marks my return. nothing could brighten my journey more than the gift of your light. i hope you will join me.
rebecca said…
dearest...may my love note find you stirring into the light of your bright new horizon. i think of you so often my darling friend always sending you more light, love, support and understanding.
Introverted Art said…
I am so excited for you. there is nothing like seeing the world unfold before our eyes, to experience the exhilarating feeling of discovery
Stephanie said…
Sue, I hope you are finding peace this season...wishing you a new year of those stirrings realized.

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