Written by Rosie Basquin
To go back to that place where you let everything go, strip down the guards, give into your soul, and do what feels good, do what feels right.
Pure happiness and bliss is what I feel, I am overjoyed in His presence, there is no greater feeling.
I paint. I write. I draw. I pray. I worship.
I paint the canvas with my emotions. Bright pink and dark greens, somber blues and vibrant purples, peachy oranges and ruby reds. Each color represents a deeper meaning, each painting highlights a different chapter of my life, depicting a different path. I express myself in my paintings.
I paint, I analyze, I paint some more. White paint, more black paint, less black paint. “Ugh! Now it's a gray blob!” Start over.
The beauty of making a jumble of colors become alive, I feel pure bliss! Worshipping, painting. My inner child screams “One more painting, one more painting!” Countless hours, future arthritis pending with each crack of my knuckles. No moment can beat this! I never want this moment to end.
I write what I see, what I feel, what I hear. I write what I know, what I think I know, what I don't know. I write because it makes me feel free. I write because my thoughts flow free. I am at peace. This moment is like no other. There is peace when I write. Freedom to be vulnerable. Remove myself from the situation and reflect on the moment. There is a great deal of peace that comes with self-reflection. Looking inward, meditating, taking time for yourself. I never want this feeling to end.
My inner child beams from learning new words. Memories of hours spent at the library, picking the next new find. Horror, Sci-fi, Nonfiction. The ideas for new stories dance around in my brain. I can't wait to get it all down.
In due time, my children’s book will be written. My painting of the turtle will be on the cover! My book will be a routine bedtime story. Mark my words, just wait.
I pray, I worship, I am thankful. For His glory, I will do anything. I will continue to express myself for others. I will continue to tell them the good news. God is so good to me and he can be good to you. He is my source, my happiness. He is the reason I can enjoy painting and writing. My happiness is rooted in my source, thus reflected in my creative choices of expression. I paint. I write. I pray. I worship. I am happy. I never want this feeling to go away.