Asking the Unanswerable

This is my me-time for the week.

And after a week of constant talk and engagement with my baby, or someone else’s baby, I just want quiet with my coffee.

I am tired of words.

I am tired of thinking.

Of figuring things out.

I am tired of other people.

I am probably tired of myself.

And it’s times like these that the artist re-emerges in me. My hands that play, move, sculpt, paint, and express – that tell more than I often even know to tell – without my having to do very much else at all.

Because sometimes silence and stillness are everything. They are where we find everything that matters all over again.

Where do I come from, and where am I going?

What the hell am I doing here?

And do these things themselves even matter?

And what a relief to be able to ask without having to answer.

Where Do I Come From, acrylic, oil pastel and milliput on canvas
Dear Shadow, acrylic, oil pastel and milliput on canvas

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Sarah Nabarro View All →

New mum, old soul... Finding beauty, wisdom, spirituality, and opportunities for learning in the everyday (hopefully)...

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