why did i used to fear myself the way i did? how silly i was... fearing my potential, and not knowing what things WERE, so i hid from them. perhaps that is the way it goes when you're young and have no one around to talk to where it feels safe. i never knew i would become this girl. the girl that, when she has free time, would genuinely enjoy studying both scripture and philosophy. The girl that loves to get dirty in paint trying to communicate an experience with God or with the words bouncing around in her head that weren't communicable through poems. She loves music and gets lost in melodies and harmonies alike, and desires so deeply to give everything in a way that fills her with more of the Spirit. She isn't as afraid to fail, and is learning that rejection from things is a blessing. There's a sewing machine in her living room, and she wants to create MORE. from the overflow of her joy, she's making new things... she's living. actually living, and its a miracle. for her heart used to be so beaten down. and now she embraces what she has and tends to it. for what are we but stewards of what has been showered upon us?

so art is coming...
art is life.
creating is living.