Breathing for the first time...

for the past few weeks i have been experiencing something akin to a rebirth of sorts.  a reawakening...i am finding a home inside of me.  it is ok to be at this place and to cradle the newness of the infancy that is with in.  i have found home.  and this weekend that would normally send me into a tailspin emotionally has put me neither high nor low but just present.  i do not expect any thing yet if it happens more i am grateful if it happens less i am grateful for what was given...for after all i am at home in me.  i have not been painting...i have been contemplating the painting...yearning for the brush...and now with this inward shift i am feeling that it is time to pick it up again...also to pick up some glass...and fuse some meaning~full heart jewelry...for me...just for me.  where do i go from here....? i dont know but i know that i have a home...in me...embracing it all and the gentleness that is flowing from it...i still have the anger...and the sadness...but the tools are with in reach...and the isolation that separated, that heavy fog...is starting to lift...and i am calling out and sharing...the inner most part...the soul...and it is safe...and beautiful...and full of love...