My Art Gallery

Life is never what it truly pretends to be, much like this moment, unsure of the words to write for an act in a screenplay that won’t show me an end yet. I find myself taking a knee in this heart of mine, turning my head and soaking in the beautiful artwork of my life, core memories painted, written, photographed on these walls I cherish so deeply. 

For the longest time, I thought my heart was at capacity, at least that was what I felt in my mind, till I found space along the walls of my heart chambers, giving me a canvas of possibilities. A blank space leaving me to grow and feel similar to the digital page I find myself typing onto with little intensity, lacking the volume to share what’s in my heart. 

Over the years, sensitivity to my internal environment was non-existent, once a tool that kept me alive and almost killed me. It started with a single domain thought process of ego. The mind left me for dead and unable to channel my power from the depthlessness of my heart to the undeniable realm of possibilities beyond the infinity of my mind. 

Finding an out from my ego came with many field days, removing clutter, granting access to my intuition and spirit, which brought me to my heart and soul. Recalibration was vital. It took listening to my spirit, acting from the soul, and staying one Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move ahead of my mind giving me the energy to feel the world within me. 

Removing a tool that no longer supports a life I live and spinning the bottle of hope no longer feeds me, only taking my heart away from the present, lowers my ability to feel my soul and spirit. Leaving me as the skipper in my boat team breaking through the surf of life. Raising this new paintbrush to these heart walls with energy to fill this endless canvas of possibilities adding to the art gallery within my soul.