january- cycles
It is with deep gratitude that I remember the brushstrokes we created together as teenagers and young adults. He was my first love and first boyfriend. We were a mix of innocence, discovery, perceived invincibility, and playful expression. Our canvases had so much open space, freedom, when we were young and together. Eventually those spaces were filled with life experiences. His canvas filled a little sooner than anyone expected… yet he always drove fast… so I should have known he would finish before me.
I am present to the void his family and friends feel at this moment of completion. Yet, like the winter snow, just under the surface, life is waiting to bloom with his inspiration. Feeling his presence, I am inspired to bloom again. I am inspired to grow again with the playful freedom we once felt together. I honor our time together, the brushstrokes we created together, by committing his presence to my heart. My heart swells with innocent playful love again. He is still creating…