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Looking anxiety in the heart.
Arrows through and piercing
Daring a long day voicing.
Sometimes days are just like that. Loud and anxious. When pain cries without much relief. It is not nice. I double down. Into the creative I go.
She is fierce like that. She looks straight ahead, accepting where she is, standing in it; unwavering.
I look at this painting, a part of the small series, “Based on Becoming and Flying. She stands tall. She helps me in putting my shoulders back and upright.
It is okay not to be okay. wondering where this anxiety is coming from. It is okay. She reminds me of this.
Today is just not a great day. Pain in hard, and it can feel unbearable. And art can pull me through.
A hug, a kindness, a simple gift. To look, to feel into her, she holds my hand and leads me through.
Fierce is her ability to hold me.
I imagine I am flying fierce.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower