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24″ x 18″ Oils Finished sides, ready to hang, needs no frame Here’s the quote for the work: “There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer; no disease that enough love will not heal; no door that enough love will not open; no gulf that enough love will not bridge; no wall that enough love will not throw down; no sin that enough love will not redeem . . . It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble; how hopeless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world . . .” ~Emmet Fox Hello world, it’s me BAD! Kitty, I am back with new work to share. This ones a personal work of heart and soul for me. It is the first time I figured out something important, and forgave myself for not being able to do anything about it now. Lesson learned, live regret free, it’s all the freedom we may really have in this free will wholesale life. That’s good stuff, I know it’s just a painting, just some time spent thinking with paint out loud. It’s done to honor the passing of my Father, Michael Brown. I could not share many years with this Man, which I think we were both a little less, inside, for. He was my Father, and I didn't’t get to say goodbye, I am sorry, it’s all okay. And that fact will remain for the rest of my life that I will not be able to do that...say goodbye. What I can do is live, better. Simple. Make it right when you can, and if you can’t then still be able to, love, as a verb. I spent my whole life loving my Father, I never stopped. I always sent that energy into the world, as I still do for my Mother who is (19 years now) M.I. A. I can love them, by living my life and being what they made me to be…more, better, smarter than they were. That I now know what not to do, and I also know HOW freaking hard it is to raise kids now to adulthood…shit fire. I know there is no way I can turn back time and fix stuff. And if I live with that on my heart and soul, it will eat me alive. Forgiveness is the only gift I have to offer myself for that fact. And to become wiser. Become more. Become. Continue. When we meet again, these earthly issues will not matter, so why should I continue to hurt, will it help? Will it make time travel possible? Nope. Crap. I know he is not suffering any longer and that makes my heart heal a little bit more. Okay, then I still have to live with myself and all I can think to do is to say it, be it, do it. This ones for you Dad. With my thanks and my honor in my open hand. This ones for you Dad, may you always be at rest in peace. I’ll see ya later. Thanks for everything, really, I mean it. Whew, I tell you it feels uber good to get through and to the other side of perspective on this one. My reality is shaped by my ability to maintain a hold on my perspective. Now I can move back into my life again. It’s very uncomfortable to be an alien in my own mind. Wandering around…not getting much done and well…wasting air space. I feel reunited with myself through this…processes. It’s all good, I’m an imperfect human working hard to be the best me in each moment…always, forever reaching, learning and growing. True that. Thanks for being here, Heather |
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