These pages came out of an emotionally charged week. I started doodling tear drops. Then I thought they might be raindrops. I was trying to hold on. Hold myself together, when I was in the midst of falling apart. Everything was so tight, so constricted, I just couldn't breathe normally anymore. My sinuses were sore, my eyelids were swollen, I couldn't even talk without my voice hitching.
Then, I realized I had to let go. Surrender. Allow myself to feel what I was feeling. There was nothing wrong with me. I asked to live with vulnerability. I'm nuturing myself & letting myself become who I am. I'm still learning. And unlearning. That's the most important part, the unlearning.
The clarity that arrives in the morning after a night of tears is not to be taken for granted.