This painting of mine...states..."follow the uncommon" My thoughts on this
is to be yourself....do not be a cookie cutter person or let others tell you
who you should be. be you....beautiful individual you.!!!!!!!!!!you are your
own person...and have your own gifts to give the world...
follow your heart..that is the best advice I can give you.
Follow whatever brings you joy.......Life is not fair...that is a promise...
It will give you more than you can or should
handle .....especially you younger ones...that life has made you grow up too fast.....Pain is not dis pursed
equally.... and that is not fair...but life is not fair.
What I can say is that with more pain....if you can somehow endure it.
..(and if you are reading
this you are enduring it for now)...with more pain...you feel deeper...
your soul feels deeper.... you understand deeper than others
that have had a lighter load.
so if you are still here...you also have deeper emotions to understand
others pain.... and you have a deeper ability to love with deeper compassion...to give back to our future....In fact you individuals that have endured this pain.....are the people we need the most...because. the world needs people that understand what we need less of........they don't need the bullies, they don't need people who kiss up to get ahead at others expense, not the people who hurt children.....not the people who abandon children, not people that put others down because they are different.....we need you...the ones that feel deeper.....keep believing in you...and be uncommon....because uncommon is unique..uncommon is exceptional....uncommon is genuinely valuable...Rhonda Barber.
My fight is not something I want..
.It is something
I Live. Just try to Support me instead...
of changing me.....I don't need more stress.
Help me find who I am.....
I want to believe I
am not broken.....I want to mend....
words and sketch....by Rhonda Barber
Our babes are whispers in the wind
I can hear them, and feel them deep within
Their laughter echoes in the canyons
Their tears masked in the rain.
Their dance swims in the moonlight
Their innocence consumed by pain.
I do not know to save them.
But I will paint, I will draw, I will write
I will search, I will care, I will cry.
To try to help these kids survive. too many of our kids are lost to suicide.
My heart is bleeding and I all I have inside is pleading...
You see they are my tribe.
My art, my voice, my message..
Is only there to save them to try to reach them.....and love them
That is all….please help me…..save them……………