More Bliss

More Bliss

On my 47th birthday this last August, I walked up to this huge canvas and painted a giant red "47" in the center of it. I backed up and said, "There! I started you. Now what?"

For several weeks, we danced and sparred. My fingers, forearms and sponge brushes arced, curved, and wrote words of self-love and inspiration.

Lines of color and shapes of words started punctuating the canvas like a drunkenly written poem. I knew I was getting somewhere - the energy was moving.

And all of a sudden there she was, dancing in the light of her harnessed energy, despite her shadow. She was celebrating her life and daring me to do the same.

"Come with me, toward More Bliss!", she calls.