Pain, transmuted–eventually–to joy.
Sometimes it’s internal emotional combustion. Today, it’s tangible.
I’m making art out of old get well cards.
The reminders of pain, love, struggle, become something like this:
Then, after a lot of work, the magic happens.
This is one of my paper pieces, hand-inscribed with a Sanskrit mantra in brush and ink. Om mani padme hum: I am the jewel in the lotus.
The lotus grows from the mud, just like we do in recovery. And the jewel is your heart, full of love, after time, after letting go, opening up, and revealing the beauty of god inside you.