I unpacked a few old projects this week hoping to inspire myself to sew again. Creating dolls was one of the ways I used to cope with emotional pain. There was a time in my life when my soul cried for help, but I didn't listen. Instead I hid my pain...
Eventually life forced me to get real. It was the best thing that could have ever happened. A miracle! As I began to empty out all the hurt I had shoved down into my gut, the chamber of my heart peeked open...
“Behind every dancer there’s someone that broke her,
a song that moved her,
a moment that inspired her
and a dance floor that healed her.”
― Hope Alcocer