Ten years ago, I was facing another failing relationship and seriously wondering whether I wasn’t just really hard to get along with. Perhaps my life would be a series of love stories which I would cherish for the time they lasted and then continually move on when they ceased to bring joy. And instead of children of my own, perhaps I would just be that really cool Auntie who travelled the world, brought back the best gifts, and had the best stories…
It was a hard moment of my life. Very bittersweet, as I was making important changes on all fronts to my living situation, facing my demons, and following my intuition toward real joy. I moved definitively out of Monaco and away from my zone of comfort. Nestled in my new apartment in Nice, I wrote a three-fold list about my perfect mate: qualities he MUST have, traits that were deal breakers, and those things that I could live with. Then I folded that list away, poured myself a glass of red, and reflected on the newfound joy of my own company. Even with my new life, new apartment, secure job, and great friends, there was a nagging sadness, believing that perhaps I really was too demanding in my list and that I’d end up alone (I smile fondly now thinking of early thirties me already considering life as a spinster). In my daily practice, I would continue to offer that subject up to the universe. As a result, and actually in very little time, my life changed in ways that still take my breath away.
Today’s artwork is centered around finding my True North, which led me to my husband. I was told that I would meet my perfect balance and that he would walk with the sun in his hands. My husband is so much that perfect match that I can often be heard saying “If I hadn’t met Luciano, I would not believe he could exist.” So here’s to finding one’s way, finding the greatest kind of love, and partnership for life. If you haven’t found it, never give up the search. If you have, never cease to cherish it.
