LOV Wisdom #28: I Am Back — After My Training Years
- Ana Price
- Jan 13
- 3 min read
Wow. It has been 775 days since I last wrote here —since November 30, 2023.
Not because I had nothing to say…but because life was teaching me how to listen.
I’m not calling this a break .
I’m not calling it silence.
I call these past two years my Training Years.
Years where God gently — and sometimes fiercely — shaped me.
Years where I learned who I am when titles fall away.
Years where I discovered that becoming yourself is holy work.
This wasn’t absence. It was preparation.
Hibernation Was Necessary
You may asked, “Why did I stop writing?”
The truth is: I didn't.
I was in hibernation.
A sacred pause.
A cocoon season.
An opacity where roots grow deep before anything blooms.
I wasn’t disappearing.
I was becoming.
Identity — Spoken in My Own Voice
I spent the last two training years to continue to discover my identity.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
Writing isn’t something I do. It’s who I am.
I’ve written in my journals since I was a child.
I wrote letters to my aunt and friends.
As a child, I lived inside art.
Museums felt like home.I would stand in front of paintings and stare at them —not just see them, but feel them.
Color spoke to me.
Shape whispered stories.
Silence held meaning.
Art became my first language.
Art is ME.
Art is my identity.
And today, as I look back at my art I created years ago —I see myself there. They were calling me home. They silently spoke to me, “This is you, Anabella… you are an artist. It’s time to come home.”
Communication I — Circle of Friendship
This piece is deeply personal.
It’s abstract — but it tells my story.
Throughout my life, the people I connect with become ties to my heart.
The gold lines symbolize those ties.
The circles are the people.
The thick woven shapes show how our lives intertwine.
TIES → connection
CIRCLES → people
WEAVE → shared life
Together they form:
✨ A Circle of Friendship ✨
This drawing is about how we hold each other.
How relationships shape us.
How love weaves stories that last.
Communication II — Learning Wholeness
This piece holds a lesson I learned the hard way.
Two women are communicating.
The mother holds a half-bowl.
She accepts herself — but only halfway.
She believes she is half a person.
Behind her, another woman embraces her with warmth, comfort, and safety.
She reassures her.
Affirms her.
Holds her.
This represents how we sometimes rely on others to tell us we are enough.
But here is the truth I learned:
Wholeness must come from within.
My motto:
Accept who you are — alone and by yourself. Do not depend on anyone (except God) to define you.
Love from others is beautiful —but identity must be rooted in God and self-truth.
LOV WISDOM:
Because I’m home now.
Not in a place — but in myself.
Because stories heal.
Because silence has taught me what to say.
Because my voice matters — and so does yours.
If you’re reading this and you’ve been quiet too —maybe you were training as well.
Maybe you weren’t lost.
Maybe you were becoming.
Thank you for being here.Thank you for waiting.Thank you for growing with me.
I am back —not the same —but more myself than ever.
With love,
Anabella
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