I scrawl tender truths in my waiting art journal. Heart pounds in throat, thick with yearning. I smear luscious color in oil pastel, jagged strokes speaking emotions with no name.
All tagged Amanda Fall
Come back to life
I’m cracked open with love and ache every day, sometimes every moment. I’m made raw with weariness. I’m working to show up imperfectly, bringing my broken/whole, weeping/raging, joyful/grieving self to each moment as best as I can.
