I started this painting last weekend. It is another journal page, (I am having so much fun playing in my journal at the moment!!) one that started with one set of feelings + emotions, but by the time I managed to drag my sorry sick self back into the studio, it became something else.
My sister is due to have her second baby, and true to form, baby 'Rosie' (as Bean christened the baby) is running late.
So I was remembering those last days before the Wee Beastie arrived, how I would chant to myself in the shower 'Release' over + over, trying to let go of the fear, the worry + the control, and I was thinking about my sister, and where she would be in her head, ready to meet her baby, a bit worried about the upcoming labour, and all those hormones running amok, and this is where my journal page ended up...
'Some times when you Embrace your fear, something beautiful will grow'
So a deepish question for you this week. When did you last embrace your fear + did something beautiful grow from it? As usual I would love to hear your story!
Have a fabulous weekend.