Photos from walk yesterday.
(Street art from Chicago)
happiness is hearing your little snores
after a full day of being together.
(Poem on fatherhood and reflection a day spent with my daughter full of farmer’s markets, adventures, swimming, dinner and bed time.)
(Ink brush drawing)
Hidden sages in dark alleys
sitting alone pondering the moon
I created another site for creating art in order to keep me sane and away from the hell of fear, depression, self-hate and apathy.
I know you are lost in your sadness, and your heart is hurting right now. Everything in your bones is telling you that this pain you feel will never go away. I am here with you, and instead of telling you not to wallow in your pain I will simply let you know that you are not alone.
I too know what it’s like to have heartache, but I say that not to lessen your pain or even to say our pain is the same, because it’s not. Each pain and ache is different, and as you travel down the depths of sadness I will be here waiting for you. I pray that a loving God of your understanding travels with you and guide you safely to the world you are trying so hard to be in, even though it feels like you are sleep walking.
Time takes time, and please I hope you do not fight laughter and joy returning to your life, when you start awakening to life again. I thought I would be numb forever, and somehow slowly my heart started remawakening to each day. Sometimes I still cry, but I laugh a lot too. Don’t forget you are not alone, and I’ll be here waiting as you make the journey back home to your heart.
In the Light,
A fellow traveler