I painted over my memories of you
sometimes in gold, mostly in blue
I changed my image of you, Picasso
Or maybe it was more like Matisse
Jagged edges, or displaced features
all in 3-D. Maybe some Van Gogh or Dali, too.
I’m learning now how not to paint over you
doing my best to keep it all as was
washing away the black washes
memories held in small swaths
hard to be a true witness of my truth
when i change the past and how i feel
about what happened based on
current circumstances
allowing the memories to remain
just as they were without being tainted
by the emotions that swirl and twirl
like snow in a globe,
around my paintings of you.
Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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10 thoughts on “Painted Memories”
Yes, Yes, Yes, you beautiful creature! Just the way you are!
😃❤️❤️❤️ Ken
This is wonderfully insightful post, Tiffany! ❤ I suspect we all look back and see things differently…hard not to rewrite history. Then again, it is a challenge to see the truth even when we are in the moment. Even as a moment unfurls we are filtering through our biased lens of the present and our perception may not be the truth. You got me thinking on this one! 🙂
Yes, I agree Michael, that we are always filtering. Awareness and self-love clear the lenses. This is a pattern I had seen before and thought was broken. I recently saw how black wash had distorted my memories of someone’s face. It was a moment for me to wake up. I also saw how distorting my memories also robbed me of my experiences. In that jaded state, I learned less as well. I was thus condemning myself to repeat the same mistakes.
Glad you gained something from the post.
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Yes, Yes, Yes, you beautiful creature! Just the way you are!
😃❤️❤️❤️ Ken
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Thank you, Ken!
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This is wonderfully insightful post, Tiffany! ❤ I suspect we all look back and see things differently…hard not to rewrite history. Then again, it is a challenge to see the truth even when we are in the moment. Even as a moment unfurls we are filtering through our biased lens of the present and our perception may not be the truth. You got me thinking on this one! 🙂
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Yes, I agree Michael, that we are always filtering. Awareness and self-love clear the lenses. This is a pattern I had seen before and thought was broken. I recently saw how black wash had distorted my memories of someone’s face. It was a moment for me to wake up. I also saw how distorting my memories also robbed me of my experiences. In that jaded state, I learned less as well. I was thus condemning myself to repeat the same mistakes.
Glad you gained something from the post.
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That is a beautiful insight Tiffany, ☺Ken
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Thank you, Ken!
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Thought provoking piece of writing Tiffany, of what is and what was.
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Thank you, Miriam! Here’s to being more mindful, right?
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Absolutely. May might be over but no reason not to keep it going indefinitely!
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Cheers to being more mindful!
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