©Deb Koffman |
I make things I want to have, to hold, to remember. Because they comfort me or lift my spirits or expand my awareness or open my heart. They make me feel safe, real, alive. They give my life meaning, and hope.
Monday, August 18, 2014
There Is Nothing Here
I used to feel as if nothing mattered, not me, not my life, not my future. I used writing and drawing to explore what I really meant by 'nothing'. Drawing a picture of 'nothing' opened me to a larger way of thinking. Seeing a blank page I realized the page, like my life, is free to become whatever it wants.
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