Recently I have been excessively building up my make-up collection.
3 storage baskets, brushes, foundations, eye shadows, liquid eyeliner ( a first for me ) and many lipsticks.
I now have color!
It has come to my attention that I have completely fallen off the deep end and landed on my head. I have so many thoughts floating around in my head, most of which I can't keep up with.
I'm drowning in my own pain and sorrow.
Perhaps this is the moment where life becomes gradual and unknown. Most of all, uncomfortable territory. My world hit a road block of sadness and the loss for hope or faith. A world without hope, faith or even the part where one needs to live in the moment and put the world on hold to begin a new life with change and color. A world of color, a new way of self expression. From nudes and earth tones to full on color, this is the state of shock for which I needed.
Recently I lost my father, who lives on within many hearts. My sister, brothers and I hold onto his memories and live on with a part of him everyday. He may not be within arms reach but he is always within the reach of our hearts.
Allow him to reach out and touch your soul because your heart will feel his touch.
Be bright from within and express your light for others to see.
I would like to think the quest to rebuild my make-up collection was a realization that life is not only everyday but a day in which recreation of the soul can be brought to life .
Make-up should never allow one to hide behind but sometimes hiding behind the mask of color can help brighten ones soul from the outside and help them to look within.
I loved the moments I shared with my father and cherished the things he tough me, even if I was only part of his life for a short time. I believe it is my father who helped me become a bright light. A person who naturally lights up a room not only from the mask in which one sees but that in which the soul is vibrant with color.
My soul has sparked a new flame from within father.
I choose to remain colorful from the inside to my outside.
Let no one decide my voice, my character or even the flame which burns for eternal color. Color has decide my fate to be more bright on the outside as I am bright on the inside.
Color lives within my blood because of you father .
If not for you, I would still be sporting earth tones and dull expression. For you were my quest to find the missing piece in my heart . You fill the piece of my heart every time I look at myself in the mirror. I see you looking at me and me looking at you . No matter how much I stare I see you looking at me.
Dad continue to look at me when I look at myself in the mirror. Please dad never forget you are a part of me and I am a part of you .
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| My mother & father when they were younger |
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| My father in the Army |
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| My father enjoyed riding on the edge where life was an open road |
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| My father and I , to hold you one more time, this I long for ... |
I see your vibrant smile, your soul within your eyes, I hear your warm kind words, and the love you expressed to me everyday I wasn't near. Please hold me within your arms and I will hold you within mine .
Dad , may you continue to be the bright light from within me for others to see, for you are the sun in my days and the star in my nights.
For you are the one each day I wake up, I look up to see .
Today you rest in peace for tomorrow you live on within me .
Be colorful and live your life free!
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