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  • "You are fired!”

    Words that can send anyone into a tail-spin. I was torn apart. My head felt detached from my heart which seemed to be separate from my lower body; totally at odds with my Self.

    Off to my therapist for HELP!
    The First question was “can you draw the way you are feeling now?” This is what came to my hand through my creative process.

    Old dead pieces needing to be released. Center my pieces in the sacred circle in order to purify, release, renew, restore wholeness.

    I am like a garden at the end of a bad harvest, needing new nourishment. Gathering the few seeds of this year’s harvest with a plan; a more fruitful harvest next season.

    Self examination, seeds of new growth held in the darkness of the winter of my despair; while waiting for the new season’s planting and
    cultivation of a higher yield, more abundant harvest.
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