Walking alone in that forest again.

The enchanted forest.

It is a safe place, a bit of sunshine peeking through the branches.

I cannot love wrong there.

No...my heart is not on trial, no one screaming heresy at my bruised and angry soul.

Even though wandering off the path...the love song of soul -enchants me back to the "way".

I hold an invisible hand as I walk amongst the blue and green trees.

I have painted a picture of my "Enchanted Forest"

I am the original version of Eve in it.

It is very symbolic.

We are all metaphorically ....Adam and Eve.

Life is a mysterious parable.

Designed to make us seek.

Seek wonderment.

I forget sometimes to look at life through thankful eyes.

To feel alive.

I want to feel alive.

Don't you?

To feel...'there'

Obsessed again....with pouring out these thoughts.

My diary.

It was that book..."The Diary of Anne Frank"....

Made me fall in love with pouring out my thoughts into some kind of print.

Then to even read back over what I have said.

Like an obsession.

I just start writing...whatever my lil' heart desires.

To feel alive...is to express all of who we are.

If we could all just let each other....love our own way.

To live our lives in peace with no judgment from anyone...especially from ourselves.

I see so many, including myself, who just waste away...in regret...in shame...in pain.

Beauty from Ashes

I found beauty in my fantasy garden of blue and green.

I stare at my painting and it reminds me...of Peace.

Peace of Mind..

Can we ever find it?

Yes..

I have found it, by...finally letting my heart, match my mouth.

Try it

It is freeing.

To fly...

Is it a bird?

Is it a plane?

To fly free in spirit.

No one else is in that "Enchanted Forest" with me....but an invisible God.

In my painting...I captured a whisper from him...telling me,

"You are fearfully and wonderfully made."

"I love you...just the way you are."

Master of my own destiny indeed.

I painted my soul...into peace.