30x40 acrylic on canvas original painting.
 
This is what it feels like to have my heart open.
 
It is chaotic, messy, and vulnerable. It is accepting head on that to love is to put yourself at risk of hurt. To accept the grief from the start. One of us will go first, in one way or another, and to love is to say yes to the grief and loss, it is saying it is all worth it. Without guarantees, with acceptance of the fickle temporary nature of life, I open my heart anyway.