THE ART OF BEING ME is captured in all the brilliance and wonder that is my daughter. It is her that allows me to see what I excel at and often times my weaknesses. She is a mirror to me and reflect through her eyes her happiness, her sadness, her worries, her hopes, her struggles, and her triumphs.
The art of being me is being dearing, being willing to step out of my comfort zone and let it all hang out. It's being brave enough to let the world see what i'm really made of, even when I just wake up. The art of being me is sometimes contradictory and it's putting on a mask of outer layers (clothing) to cover up how i'm really feeling inside
The art of being me often happens in the kitchen. This is the place I create my magic. As you would add ingredients together to make a spectacular dish, life is much the same way, yet instead it is where i try on the qualities i see in others and see if they fit right. My recipes do include cook but often they are recipes of qualities: a cup of my mom, maybe 1/2 of my dad, a heaping 3 cups of my special aunt Carrie who knows just how to cheer me up when life is crazy and full of messes and a 1/3 of my grandma who taught me that learning is forever (one of the only things we still have when we die) and a pinch or 1 tablespoon of my grandfather who always taught me to fight for what I believe in. We are all recipes, little bits of others are backed into our crust.
The art of being me is that i am forever changing and yet even in the instability of change i remain, some how, sturdy. Strong in my convictions i stand tall like an old villa home. Wise from experiences and yet still full of learning. My walls stay the same, and my foundation never quivers yet i enjoy a new coat of paint on my walls and a fresh set of eyes to comment on my frames.
The art of being me is centered in my exploration of self. Sometimes even i can scare me and like with any great animal the instinct for flight is strong. As a child i always dreamed of being a bird, a bird could fly away and escape the danger, the threat and fear i faced every day.
The art of being me often happens in the kitchen. This is the place I create my magic. As you would add ingredients together to make a spectacular dish, life is much the same way, yet instead it is where i try on the qualities i see in others and see if they fit right. My recipes do include cook but often they are recipes of qualities: a cup of my mom, maybe 1/2 of my dad, a heaping 3 cups of my special aunt Carrie who knows just how to cheer me up when life is crazy and full of messes and a 1/3 of my grandma who taught me that learning is forever (one of the only things we still have when we die) and a pinch or 1 tablespoon of my grandfather who always taught me to fight for what I believe in. We are all recipes, little bits of others are backed into our crust.
The art of being me is that i am forever changing and yet even in the instability of change i remain, some how, sturdy. Strong in my convictions i stand tall like an old villa home. Wise from experiences and yet still full of learning. My walls stay the same, and my foundation never quivers yet i enjoy a new coat of paint on my walls and a fresh set of eyes to comment on my frames.
6 comments:
I love what you wrote about your last picture. I think the expression of sturdy convictions and the ability to see those emotions through new eyes over many generations is what makes art so amazing. It can leave a lasting impression on people it may never know, just like we can.
brandy ,.. insightful and beautifully written.
First of all, your daughter is gorgeous; second of all, these iamges and your entries about them tell me that she is fortunate to be grwoing up with up with an incredible mom who will share with her some wonderful views of the world and life in general...
You're a great writer! your daugther is a cutie! Thanks for your comment.
Our kids are the greatest. We can pass on our legacy of learning and stability. My son loves going to school. He's in kindergarten. I'm glad because my mom made sure I enjoyed school as well by giving me choices. My son and daughter will have the same.
I love this post, you really paint a true picture of yourself. I love the cooking analogy since that's a passion we share. I wonder how my measurements would pan out...hmm. Anyway, I love you Brandy, you're an amazing woman.
My Girl, Wow!
I am overcome with Love for you. I wonder if those around you know just what you are.
A M A Z I N G, writing and words that I feel inside out. You could be me, if not for the bird:)
I so understand the metaphore of you. You rock Brandy..
YOU ARE SOMEBODY! I am so grateful to have you in my life.
Love Up To Heaven, Aunt Carrie
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