I moved to Mexico. It felt wonderful. I was strong and full of life. The first year was exactly that .... pure bliss. Second year? Hell opened up and ate me whole. Still digesting me. Hasn't spit all of me out yet.
The big gift I have received from all this? I have found my artist. Hidden deep inside she was too afraid to make an appearance. She was never allowed out. This last two years, she has stepped forward and I am amazed at where some of my paintings come from. They are gifts. I can't stay out of my studio.
So ... will I find my bliss in this little hill town in Mexico? I want to. I'm looking and soul searching. Will I become the woman I am meant to be ... here, in this little hill town in Mexico. That was my dream. I'm still workin' on it.
Today, I did a double spread for my Book of Days. It speaks of finding my bliss here and the questions attached to that. I am ill at the moment. I feel like I'm fighting for my soul. My art, when I can do it, is saving me. This too shall pass.
Here is the latest double spread.
Thanks for dropping by. Thanks for all your wonderful comments, even though mine have been absent from your blogs. Take care. ooxx Donna