Is life an endless circle, a wild circus?
I have felt like I was going in circles, lately, on the little things, on the big things, everything. I still have it sicken my heart sometimes and feel alone in it all, even surrounded by all these hearts. It wasn't until this morning when I was working, again, on one of my circus paintings with a carousel, that I realized, maybe, the ride, is ok. I do like to pull a Mary Poppins and jump off the monotonous ride, (is it monotonous, or is it just my perspective?)
But, I am just not a race person. It has kept me from goals, which breaks my heart, when I let it.
But, I must remember that my circle is good. I send others light and greetings from my perch and I realize, whipping my horse into a frenzy is no way to treat a friend, or myself. I must sit during these times of clarity and embrace them.
I have turned into a dreamland gypsy.
my heart is
is my heart?
It is in the Netherworld.
I am a nether gypsy with my Dutch Blue Lovebirds at the Circus Series of paintings.
It is my carousel.
It is just where I need to be.
Because it is where I am,
and that is enough.
"All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but, some are greater nonsense than others."
I will re-mind myself to always examine my thoughts.
Paintings by Amy Sperry Faldet
Girl and Carousel love found on Tumblr