I waver over the line of leaving and arriving, trying to come back to today where they meet. This David Whyte poem spoke to me before I even contemplated moving and became a part of the art journal that will be published in July. I tore this spread apart three different times, trying to find my true connection to the poem and my authentic voice in it. It was one of the first spreads I created in the journal and one of the last I finished. It seems fitting—the struggle of leaving and arriving—to a place and to ourselves.
SandySue Altered
A Mind Divided 
Apr 08, 2018 @ 06:10:56
Very nice Sandy!!
Apr 08, 2018 @ 06:17:19
Thanks, Dave.
Apr 08, 2018 @ 08:16:54
Beautiful….
Apr 08, 2018 @ 17:45:20
Thank you, sir.
Apr 08, 2018 @ 12:38:13
I really love this, Sandy… reaches deep for me.
Apr 08, 2018 @ 17:45:05
❤
Apr 08, 2018 @ 13:49:21
Love that last line Sandy. In leaving and arriving we find ourselves 💛
Apr 08, 2018 @ 17:44:49
It seems like every crisis or time of chaos gives me a choice to see my true nature.
Apr 09, 2018 @ 03:34:58
Oh my gosh, Sandy, you have no idea how this speaks to me at this moment…. My heart is with you!
Apr 09, 2018 @ 04:30:58
This is the thing that keeps me blogging—I never know what might touch someone, or how. We never can know the trail we leave behind.