Raptures and What Not

So, if you're reading this, it's safe to say you didn't make it into heaven for the first go 'round.

The jokes have been endless...really. I mean really, it's been the end of days since the beginning of days and predictions are being made every time someone gets creatively obsessed. I'm over it, BUT I will continue with residual laughter.

Besides waking up on Saturday morning, the weekends are becoming more work and play. My weekend bootcamps aren't moving forward as I hoped they would by now, but until there's reason to stop, I'll keep showing up.

I am determined to get into somebody's gallery and I also have to keep my motivation at a 10. I finished drawing up the next painting, which took much concentration and several breaks. I'll lay down the paint today.

I had several interesting conversations this weekend, and within each of them I think I found out a little bit more about me. If I could create an umbrella to encompass these conversations, it would simply be about love, compassion and control.

I am a lover. I love hard, unconditionally and sometimes to extents that leave me wanting more of it. Pretty safe to say, as we get to know people, we share and we withhold. I've found that I am more likely to share, in hopes that something genuine and solid can form a foundation for future disclosure. However, when rejection answers my call, I'm left with less of me and a more calculated way of being. Calculating the emotions and desires that are/should be organic, leaves a very insecure state of being.

Just follow me...I'm putting some cards on the table.

So, this is the thing...

I want to encourage people to love like it's brand new every time. In loving folks just for being present in your life, you can heal some broken places and you may even be withholding the key they've needed to unlock the hiding place no one ever found them in. It seems to me, when you really pay attention, as well as listen to people, you bridge a gap. Just because we don't have the same situations, doesn't mean we can't have the same range of emotion. My point being, sometimes we just need to walk it out with people; meet them where they are. If you have joys or pains, use that memory and familiarity to connect. Make the connection and inspire. You never know, you might be the one in need.