“...that is resistant to truth...” (Plumage History)
“Allow the Creator to expose you to yourself. Pay attention to every place within you that is resistant to truth.“
Info:
acrylic and gouache on coverstock
73 teastained pages
saree ribbon
silk tassel
8.5Hx5.75”W
*images of teastained paper are EXAMPLES ONLY, not necessarily pages from THIS listing
Seasons of shedding what no longer suits us, discarding the slough of old truths and undefinitions that cannot share space with new revelations we are receiving about ourselves. Old and new cannot coexist in the same skin—one will negate or hinder or UNDO the other. And so we have the sojourning, evolving teastained woman: choosing to shed the old skin of who she once was, choosing to forget the ways that were comfortable but no longer edifying, choosing to be born again, and in that infantile state of becoming, learn how to exist in her purpose-laden humanity. Shedding is a scary thing, but it’s also a beautiful thing. Losing touch with the stuff that once kept us warm in ourselves so we can facilitate through time in the skin of our true selves is a reward. There is nothing uglier than a sojourner who’s chosen to keep her dead skin of old humanity and make it make sense in a new season, intoxicated with self-hindrance, lying to herself that she’s paying homage to what once was when she’s just too fearful to let go of everything about who she used to be, everything that was once relevant, that once kept her alive and can nolonger do so.
Don’t be this way. Shed the dead. Shed the irrelevant. Shed the stuff that can’t feed the new mindset you need to Journey Soulfully. There’s beauty beneath that old skin. I promise.
I love you.
“Allow the Creator to expose you to yourself. Pay attention to every place within you that is resistant to truth.“
Info:
acrylic and gouache on coverstock
73 teastained pages
saree ribbon
silk tassel
8.5Hx5.75”W
*images of teastained paper are EXAMPLES ONLY, not necessarily pages from THIS listing
Seasons of shedding what no longer suits us, discarding the slough of old truths and undefinitions that cannot share space with new revelations we are receiving about ourselves. Old and new cannot coexist in the same skin—one will negate or hinder or UNDO the other. And so we have the sojourning, evolving teastained woman: choosing to shed the old skin of who she once was, choosing to forget the ways that were comfortable but no longer edifying, choosing to be born again, and in that infantile state of becoming, learn how to exist in her purpose-laden humanity. Shedding is a scary thing, but it’s also a beautiful thing. Losing touch with the stuff that once kept us warm in ourselves so we can facilitate through time in the skin of our true selves is a reward. There is nothing uglier than a sojourner who’s chosen to keep her dead skin of old humanity and make it make sense in a new season, intoxicated with self-hindrance, lying to herself that she’s paying homage to what once was when she’s just too fearful to let go of everything about who she used to be, everything that was once relevant, that once kept her alive and can nolonger do so.
Don’t be this way. Shed the dead. Shed the irrelevant. Shed the stuff that can’t feed the new mindset you need to Journey Soulfully. There’s beauty beneath that old skin. I promise.
I love you.
“Allow the Creator to expose you to yourself. Pay attention to every place within you that is resistant to truth.“
Info:
acrylic and gouache on coverstock
73 teastained pages
saree ribbon
silk tassel
8.5Hx5.75”W
*images of teastained paper are EXAMPLES ONLY, not necessarily pages from THIS listing
Seasons of shedding what no longer suits us, discarding the slough of old truths and undefinitions that cannot share space with new revelations we are receiving about ourselves. Old and new cannot coexist in the same skin—one will negate or hinder or UNDO the other. And so we have the sojourning, evolving teastained woman: choosing to shed the old skin of who she once was, choosing to forget the ways that were comfortable but no longer edifying, choosing to be born again, and in that infantile state of becoming, learn how to exist in her purpose-laden humanity. Shedding is a scary thing, but it’s also a beautiful thing. Losing touch with the stuff that once kept us warm in ourselves so we can facilitate through time in the skin of our true selves is a reward. There is nothing uglier than a sojourner who’s chosen to keep her dead skin of old humanity and make it make sense in a new season, intoxicated with self-hindrance, lying to herself that she’s paying homage to what once was when she’s just too fearful to let go of everything about who she used to be, everything that was once relevant, that once kept her alive and can nolonger do so.
Don’t be this way. Shed the dead. Shed the irrelevant. Shed the stuff that can’t feed the new mindset you need to Journey Soulfully. There’s beauty beneath that old skin. I promise.
I love you.