I ask this questions to myself many times, and I can answer it in many different ways, from many different perspectives.
Maybe the most common one I come up with is, I do lot’s of creative projects, I do workshops, love interacting with people, love coffee, love the smell of a new born baby and many more things.
I am a photographer, I am a TRE facilitator, I am a mandala artist, no, am not a wife and no, I am not a mother.
Not a wrong answer, but as I sit in my quiet space, just me and my breath, a blank page in front of me, I forget all the things I do.
I find the center of the page and start drawing circular patterns from the center.
I give myself permission to really linger where I feel most vulnerable, accepting my imperfections, my inadequacies, and my fears, I connect with the one’s I do not allow myself to show to the world.
I also embrace my courage and bravery, not holding back expressing what comes from the inside, I do not worry about the expectations of the outcome.
Only when the pattern unfolds on the page, I can express who I really am.
The patterns and colors change everyday, the intensity and the flow a reflection of what showed up in the days before that I have not processed internally.
Some days I do not like the outcome and other days I will display the beauty of it to the outside world and other people also experience joy from it.
I have found healing through the drawing of mandalas; it’s a feeder to many of my other creative projects.
Mandalas helped me reconnect with people, allowing myself to show my vulnerability, gives the people around me the courage to be brave and express their true self without judgment.
I am on a journey of birthing many more little projects, creating wonderful and beautiful connections between people. I allow myself the freedom to express and connect.
