Hearts Speak Love

Hearts do speak of love, seriously, they do. Have you ever looked upon the shape of the heart and not thought of love in some way in some form? I know I am trained from the beginning to interpret the heart shape as a message of love. A message from one's heart to another's heart - a language of unity, a language of belonging. I love to look upon the heart shape image for the promise of love soothes my soul. Certain heart shaped images soften my prickly exterior. I love hearts. 

This beautiful heart was gifted to me. My daughter knew I needed a hug and she sent me one. My daughter's heart hug brightened my life when my life needed brightening. 

My mother passed away and I so wanted to hear her voice just once more, just one more "I love you" just one more hug, one more kiss. When I arrived home, after taking care of her affairs I stood out on my patio and looked up toward heaven to speak to her and this cloud was right above me. Call me crazy but my heart leapt with joy knowing that my mom was showing me her love symbolically with a beautiful heart shaped cloud ... just for me ... right above my patio. Thank you mom.

My beautiful yellow uplifts my soul, feeds my heart and makes me glow. Death stole away with pieces of my heart attempting to darken my yellow to black. My resistance was futile as I slipped and fell within my cracked heart,  gouging my faith upon me chipped and jagged soul.

The brilliance, the joy, the happiness contained within the pigments of yellow ushered me home again. Yellow lit up the darkness I cradled within like a still born baby and pulled me back toward life - toward Love. Thank you Yellow. Thank you to the symbolic color of the sun's warmth. Thank you to the pigments of Happiness. 

Above is a self portrait. I am Yellow. I am Vines defining and creating Me -The who I AM in this present moment while faith waters and nourishes my spirit. This portrait of my soul represents growth from death - my journey back to my inner life so that I could interact with my outer life with joy.

Squeezing tubes of paint is my therapy as is burning gourds with burning tools - engraving with charcoal symbols of how I perceive. Yellow oozes forth from the tubes on demand bringing me in touch with my creative process - giving me a purpose, giving me hope.

Spring is the season of renewal, of birth, of life exploding from darkness. I dance with joy as I am surrounded by the color of yellow expressed with velvet soft petals surrounding the seeds of life's promises. How can I not smile? 

Yellow makes all hearts happy. My mother, in the picture above horned like Loki laughed with joy. Yellow horns of happiness will forever be burned into my hearts memory. Here, Yellow crowned the maker of my heart and soul and for every beat of my heart I am forever grateful for my mother and her joy filled spirit. 

Yellow is My Color

Colors speak to me in language my eyes comprehend. Colors give my world flavor and texture that my spirit craves. When I am delving into yellows I feel amazing depths of joy creating an addiction. I am addicted to yellows ... oh how I love yellow! Hearts are another visual symbol that provides food for my soul visually sending me messages of love. Hearts and the color yellow fill up my spirit to the brim.

My mother's thimbles arranged into the shape of a heart.

Beautiful yellow flowers adding joy to my world

A present from my husband! He knows what makes this yellow

spirit smile!