I am remembering what glorious color comes when you don't hold back.
that the paint on my brush has gone from grey to a deep purple gives me hope that I am getting myself back;
and I can only give what I can feel so deeply may I dig and bring and give and offer any of those with empty hands.
I am re-learning the words the war cries the stomach wrenching laughter the aching and longing and victory that comes with putting your soul into your actions.
How often we forget. [by grace]How quickly we remember.we are reminded.