Drawing Myself Into Being

Dear Friends,

There’s something sacred about seeing myself from the inside out through lines I’ve drawn with my own hand.

And thus in this self-portrait, I share the awareness as both the subject and the observer, the one holding the pencil and the one quietly coming into focus.

The tilt of my head, the hand resting near my face, the gesture of sketching, all speak to a kind of inward listening. It’s not a portrait of perfection, but of presence. A moment caught in the act of becoming.

I see myself as a woman who is trying to understand herself, not through mirrors, but through movement. Through the rhythm of lines and the gentle pressure of pencil onto paper. There’s grace here, even in the rough edges. There’s a story, even in the unfinished and blurred lines.

When I draw myself, I am not only recording what I see, I am reminding myself that I exist. That I am worth the time it takes to look closely. That I am still learning how to see myself with softness and without rush.

Art like this, is becoming an extra prayer. A way of touching something eternal in the everyday. A way of saying, “Here I am, Lord,” even in the simplest sketch.

This self-portrait is more than a reflection of my face, it is a witness to grace. To the God who meets me in the mess, and gently, patiently, draws me back into the light.

Thank you for being here, dear friends to hear my words each day. I hope that in what I share with you, brings you something for you.

Till tomorrow, let’s keep walking together with grace one page at a time.

Lisa Raie xox