Somehow in all this grief I found joy. Sharing art with you has made me whole again. And again.
REBEKAH STERLACCISomehow in all this grief I found joy. Sharing art with you has made me whole again. And again.
REBEKAH STERLACCIOf all the times I’ve said goodbye- It has been the hardest to let go knowing they aren’t gone. You just don’t know them anymore.
REBEKAH STERLACCIIt might be time. To do that thing. In fact it has been time for a while.
REBEKAH STERLACCII’ve said goodbye to so much. Now there is space. And for the first time I see how necessary it all was.
REBEKAH STERLACCIIt takes time. We will get there.
REBEKAH STERLACCIEvery day we keep telling the same stories. Over and over. We forget that our endings can be different. So can the plot. I think it’s time for some surprise endings.
REBEKAH STERLACCIWhen in doubt dance it out.
REBEKAH STERLACCIA low hum. Vibration when it hits the skin. An image. Permanent art. But the most satisfying part is- the decisive-ness. Decision made.
REBEKAH STERLACCIYou are the only one I can truly count on.
REBEKAH STERLACCISaying goodbye isn’t easy. Watching someone you loves goodbye is devastating. Because you can’t fix the pain.
REBEKAH STERLACCIWhen we share art we extend a hand. We hold a mirror. We adjust our focus. We hold each other. We weave a collaborative story. Together.
REBEKAH STERLACCIHolding on to something that has lost its magic, lost its mutual respect, hurts more. Elsa understood the assignment.
REBEKAH STERLACCII look around and see all the beauty that is possible – all the beauty we can make. Together.
REBEKAH STERLACCII breathe better now. I thought I wouldn’t or couldn’t. But I was wrong. Isn’t that how it is with these things.
REBEKAH STERLACCIIt’s possible to be all the parts of you that live in your heart, brain, and body. Not divided into containers. A giant messy wait of authenticity. Where you are all the things. All the time.
REBEKAH STERLACCINew clothes won’t fill the void. Money won’t make you happy. Attention won’t heal past wounds. Things won’t finally make you feel better. If it’s broken its broken. These are distractions from the real work.
REBEKAH STERLACCI