Daydreaming teaching an art class. Mix media is my favorite form of art. More ideas are developing in my mind, taking my creatively to mystical places on paper that only I can see. A raindrop hanging on a leaf. Discovering tiny stones that dropped into an unique design sparkling in the water.
Anything is possible if I don't over think to control the outcome. My work completed in a totally different direction to my surprise. Colors, designs, a plethora of materials never thought possible to create a piece of art.
When I question my work, the creative door begins to get stuck. Trust is the key. I don't need to develop the plan of how it will develop. That's the Universe's job. Keep my eye on the prize and opportunities will start to develop. No doubts allowed. Dreams do come true on God's time not mine.
Sadness has made it's home with me and I can't shake it. I walk in one direction stop at the corner and death appears. Not just anyone's death, but someone close to me. It's sad no matter who it is. It pierces my heart. I run in the opposite direction looking for fun, instead I trip over a friend who has been diagnosed with cancer. Not just any caner, it's glioblastoma stage 3. I pass out, this is too much for me to handle. Why am I being hit with another challenge so quickly? I run away again. This time I run smack into a friend who has colon cancer. I can't keep running ftom life. Stop the OCD thoughts regarding fear, about what's next. I learn to weather this storm by bending like a tree, and standing taller and stronger when the storm passes. Learning more strength and courage for more challenges to come.
Barbara, I’m so sorry. Your analogy of bending like a tree is beautiful and appropriate because you have strong, deep roots and are grounded in your own self awareness and strength - but that doesn’t make the wind blow less or the storm easier to handle. It does mean that as you sway back and forth - you know you’ll remain upright. Sending you extra love this week.
June 11
Daydreaming teaching an art class. Mix media is my favorite form of art. More ideas are developing in my mind, taking my creatively to mystical places on paper that only I can see. A raindrop hanging on a leaf. Discovering tiny stones that dropped into an unique design sparkling in the water.
Anything is possible if I don't over think to control the outcome. My work completed in a totally different direction to my surprise. Colors, designs, a plethora of materials never thought possible to create a piece of art.
When I question my work, the creative door begins to get stuck. Trust is the key. I don't need to develop the plan of how it will develop. That's the Universe's job. Keep my eye on the prize and opportunities will start to develop. No doubts allowed. Dreams do come true on God's time not mine.
That is the Universe’s job! Brilliant.
Sadness has made it's home with me and I can't shake it. I walk in one direction stop at the corner and death appears. Not just anyone's death, but someone close to me. It's sad no matter who it is. It pierces my heart. I run in the opposite direction looking for fun, instead I trip over a friend who has been diagnosed with cancer. Not just any caner, it's glioblastoma stage 3. I pass out, this is too much for me to handle. Why am I being hit with another challenge so quickly? I run away again. This time I run smack into a friend who has colon cancer. I can't keep running ftom life. Stop the OCD thoughts regarding fear, about what's next. I learn to weather this storm by bending like a tree, and standing taller and stronger when the storm passes. Learning more strength and courage for more challenges to come.
Barbara, I’m so sorry. Your analogy of bending like a tree is beautiful and appropriate because you have strong, deep roots and are grounded in your own self awareness and strength - but that doesn’t make the wind blow less or the storm easier to handle. It does mean that as you sway back and forth - you know you’ll remain upright. Sending you extra love this week.