Of Life and Love...

So, I have been thinking for some time that I wanted to change the title of my blog. It's still very much about who I am and who I am becoming, but I think that the focus has changed a bit.

Last summer I started this series of artwork....I am not sure what to call them since they're not paintings, drawings, or anything that can be labeled easily. You can see what I mean in Nothing so Promising. But the series is called "Of Life and Love," and I have liked the sound of that for the direction my blog is starting to take.

I may still be afraid of Love. I might still not know what it means, how it feels, or how to find it. I might not even believe in the "happily ever after" or love at first sight....or everlasting love.

But I am going to try.

I choose to love...I choose to believe that it still exists--that it still has the power to reverberate through my ribcage and into my soul.

I believe in a pot of coffee.....made just for the smell in the morning, though no one drinks it. Small and inconsequential....but that is Love.

My Grandma told me once that there were days that she and Grandpa had to make the choice to continue to love each other...that it didn't always come easy. That is my inspiration for choosing to believe that love still exists...it doesn't always come easy...it is not always obvious...but it must be out there somewhere.

And I have no idea what direction my life will take me. I have no idea what I want to do with my life...other than be happy, love others, and help others. I want to live a life that is free from as many burdens as possible...free from unrealistic expectations, limitations and oppression.

Of Life and Love,
And everything in between...
Of mice and men,
And big dreams...

This life is for living,
This heart is for loving.
My days are my own,
My smiles are to share...

Of life and Love,
And everything in between...
What will become of me,
Is yet to be seen.