I had very different feelings today than when I painted Grief the other day. I felt like I was stroking my face and offering myself comfort. I was noticing my wrinkles and my greying hair and feeling love for all the years I've lived through and the wisdom I have accumulated. I loved painting my hand, paying attention to the short fingernails, kept that way so I can paint more easily, and the skin which looks ever more like parchment. I appreciate the feeling of peace in my face and am grateful for the emotions which led me to look this way.
It feels like a blessing to experience compassion after working through the grief.
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