My womb was sliced open. No matter what happens in my life this bodily event is true.
My soul healing of this wound has been as deep as the layers of my skin/muscle/organs that were sewn back together.
I’ve spent the last few days in a huge body image slump. It’s been so icky I’ve been a bit in hiding and managing the feeling of needing to diet or change myself.
One of the ways I heal my heartaches or confusions is through my art making. Especially if I embrace a process that is free from becoming something great – I can feel the potential for my action to make change in myself.
I often trash my art from these healing sessions.
I work abstractly often, recently, the image reveals itself through the layers of my paint and I see a womb shape.
I’ll say it again. Art heals. And it hasn’t always felt that way for me, but today: art heals.
Have you ever felt like the heaviness of your wounds have been lifted, sometimes almost magically?
If yes, tell me what you did to help you heal.
If not, I hope you feel this lifting in your soul soon.