I just want you to know that I still exist, such as the case may be. There are as always shifts, cycles, and changes taking place. I am in the midst of some graduate school writing that is FINALLY starting to feel like it is mine, and not something some annoying teacher-megalomaniac told me to say. I've also been upheaved on many levels.
The more things change, the more I find I am settling into a "me" that is unlike anyone I've known me to be (and therefore, I'm overtaking and getting rid of some BAD habits, and starting newer, better ones). Dare I say I'm becoming more authentic?
I've started having some pretty awesome (and terrible) conversations with God. He's told me some things about myself that are bigger than I'm ready to deal with, and some things that I need to stop think-speak-do-being. And then there are all the people around me who are telling me wonderful things about who they see me to be, and how I affect them, which lines up with what God has been telling me my whole life (but of course, we can only imagine how I listened... but that was before...)
|'Si Malakas at Si Maganda" by Rejeena Victoriana |
~saw both it and the artist at an artwalk 5/6/12 in San Marcos
(this image does it no justice)
|By A. Aviles while a passenger in my Red Blessedmobile|
I also have a story coming about a painting someone did of me that took seven years to get to me. More coming soon...