I wrote this piece the other day. It seems fitting to post it today:
Baby girl and I have been drawing mandalas lately. I find them very calming, and they have come to have symbolic significance to me because the larger they grow, the more beautiful and complex they become. Often, when I complete a round, I feel I should stop. It’s done – it’s perfect. With each new round, I have to give myself permission to risk ruining it. I don’t know if what I’m going to try will work, but I know that the mandala will not grow if I don’t do it. Thing is – even when I screw it up, I keep going, and it always turns out beautiful. Inevitably, the best ones include mistakes and rounds that don’t look good, but embedded in the bigger picture, they look beautiful. I am reminded that I am growing too – physically, mentally, emotionally. And it’s good. I will be one extremely badass mandala someday, but only if I keep going.
This one is from the other day:
Baby girl and I did this one last night. She helped out with the coloring
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