Seeker of Light
Come to the star-gazing
Come the night skies
Come to me darling
Where light never lies.
My heart resting heavy
Panting its beats
Fervor’s intensity
Light oh so sweet.
CKS
Not feeling my best lately, and I am okay. My Rituxan infusion is not too far off and I have all my appointments coming up, so I will discuss it with my medical team.
Pain gets to me. For those that know chronic pain, you know, you know. It sucks. There are no other words.
I am continually working with solutions and helping myself each day. One moment at a time. Coping and forgetting. There is something to be said in the act as if mode. It can help, not 24/7, but it can help.
I can see in my work, the longing and striving. The reaching and seeking.
This painting started out digital and then moved into traditional media. She started out on larger size paper and wanted to be a bit smaller; feeling more intimate and comforted by the boundaries of the paper.
What if I start with light. This is a question I have been asking. She holds her hands to her chest and rests there. comforting herself as she baths in night. A time when life has a blanket of silence, and she can wander into the void and feel wrapped and swaddled.
I have not been up to a lot of writing. It takes a lot of energy. but the sun is shining outside today, and I wanted to place my energy somewhere other than nothingness.
So, I thought I would share her, The Seeker of the Light. as she made me smile today and I hope she makes you smile too.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower