Why I Draw

Earth is estimated to be 4.5 billion years old and hurls through space, circling around the sun at 67,000 mph and at the same time rotates on its axis at 1,000 mph. All the while, I’m here in my wee life wondering about what my next snack will be (M&Ms sound really good), reminding myself I need to shave my legs, and questioning if I put the clothes in the dryer. (I don’t think I did.)

Life is utterly amazing. I love it so much! I see so much beauty, magic, and awe; so much love and joy it makes me want to burst. Life is also utterly heartbreaking - so much pain and anguish. 

We hold grief and sorrow in our bones. We suffer. We cry. And yet, in spite of all this, we heal, find peace, and light shines through our faces like sunshine. We love.

I adore being alive. I want to live each moment finding the beauty in even the tiniest, mundane things. And when I reach the end of my life, I want my inner feel-o-meter to be all used up, knowing I was fearless in confronting pain, and equally bold in love.

My feelings run deep; they always have. Drawing helps me process it all, gently moving me through highs and lows, and all my happiness and sadness. Drawing is one of my tools to stay sane in this world. I love to draw, and I must draw. And now I must go put the clothes in the dryer.