Belonging

I don't think we are longing for perfection.
I think we are longing for belonging.
To know ourselves as part of the family of things.
 
This painting was born from my own longing to feel like an intricate part of the whole. For many years, I searched for that feeling in achievement, relationships, and becoming someone more.
Yet, as I have gradually relaxed into my true nature, something simple has revealed itself: I never stood outside of life. I have always belonged.
Wild geese and horses remind me of this. They do not question whether they are worthy of the sky, the fields, or the earth beneath their feet. They do not perform to earn their place. They simply move as life moving.
Perhaps we are not so different.
Perhaps belonging is not something we find, but something we remember.
Maybe that is what home has always been - not a place we arrive at, but the life we have never been separate from.
 
Belonging
90 × 75 cm
Mixed media on canvas
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