I learned the most from my reflection on my empty bowl. I was able to express a little of my pain, received encouragements and affirmations from others, and embraced the emptiness and receptivity of my inner self as a basis for a more positive and empowered life. When one finds oneself empty handed, it's always a good idea to move away from the ease of self-pity and into the empowerment of emptiness.
I am a naturally happy soul, I think. There is a melancholy side which I also wrote about in my reflection on the earth, but the empty bowl reflection brought that out even more and made me look at events that occurred back in my twenties. Basically, I just had to revise my whole concept of what it meant to be a woman, an artist, a human being, and dig down deep to find a person inside that I could respect, or at least love. A mainstream novel will be the result of that quest, perhaps. That's all I want to say about that now.
So in contemplating the empty bowl, I was forced to see it as half-full. And that has made all the difference.
I want to continue this journey with my fellow Sistahs.