Dusted Off The Sketch Book

It felt so good to pick up my sketch book again! My skills are rusty, but I want to share it anyway, simply for the joy that it brought me to do it. The sketch I’m sharing today is one of chicory. Even though chicory isn’t something I care for the taste of, it has a place in my heart. My grandfather used to grow it in a little hot bed beside his house, along with other things. The chicory was always a big favorite of mine in that little bed, because of its cheerful look and beautiful color. This is a simple graphite sketch, but I can see that vivid blue in my mind’s eye just like it was yesterday, instead of close to forty years ago. Here goes:

Hoping to keep the inspiration flowing. Drawing botanicals used to be one of my favorite things to do, and I’d love to get my skill level back up there, and even beyond. Wishing you all a wonderful Tuesday, and hope that seeing this post inspires you to jump in there with your own creativity, without worry of it needing to be perfect. Have fun!

Inspired By Winter’s Starkness

This morning, I woke up to temperatures in the twenties, a gorgeous layer of low lying fog, and the first frost of the season. I felt a long awaited tingle of creative awakening. Words cannot adequately express how grateful I am to be feeling these stirrings, as it has been a few years. I’m not going to dwell on the gap in my creativity, as I simply wish to reflect on, and revel in the inspiration.

There is something about the starkness of the late fall and Winter which brings an ease of reflecting inward, and the ability to bring what’s inside to the outer world. Between the colder weather, and the beauty of stillness, I find myself at my most inspired.

For the past nine years, I have been living in an urban setting for the first time in my life. I’ve never really adjusted to the busyness and noise of it. Admittedly, for the first few years there was a novelty to it which gave me a lot of inspiration. After that though, I began to struggle to reach my inner creative core. I acknowledge that the best setting for me is somewhere that I can easily commune with the earth and nature. I’m not in that type of setting yet, but it’s getting closer. Until then though, I’m going to tap in to the energy of the season and run with it.

I’ve got so much within me which needs to be expressed outwardly, and I’m ready to tap into that momentum. To feel the energy of creativity and spirituality flowing through me again is something which brings tears to my eyes. This is who I’ve always been, this is who I am, this is who I wish to be. There is definitely rust on my skills and my dedication to my artistic work and expression, but hey, it’ll be fun to scrub it away by putting words and images to paper again, and I’m looking forward to it. So, keep your eyes open for more activity around here.

How do the Fall and Winter seasons impact your creative energies? I’d love to hear about it.

It’s All In The Small Things

Life has remained difficult, and I have remained uninspired. Or have I? Every now and then, I take a break from wondering why I’m not doing more, or where my fucking mojo has gone, to think about what is really going on behind the scenes of my life.

The truth is that my life is at a very interesting point. Yes, there are small remnants of trials through which I’ve already walked, some which are long-term but manageable, and another in which there is simply no way around, only through. Even though there are difficult things going on, I have hope and belief in the alchemy of fresh starts.

So, things have been really hard for a while and I’m very much still in the process of healing from it all, and finding my footing. There are times when I feel as though I’m not making any progress. Then, I remember where I really am:

  • On the other side of some really hard shit, which means that I made it (through those parts)!
  • In a pretty empty space, which means that I cleared the decks of what no longer worked.
  • Totally free to do what is good for me, giving myself the power to decide.
  • Not able to do much due to a few badly broken toes, which is a chance to reflect.
  • One day shy of a week as a non-smoker, which is HARD but wonderful.
  • Savoring moments of joy spent with loved ones who really get me.
  • Taking on the work of healing emotionally and spiritually, and it’s a (hard) blessing.
  • Knowing that there is nothing I can do sometimes, but be present, and learn to accept what is, no matter how much I wish I could change it. There’s power in this.

When I stop and think of this in-between space that I’m in, and I mean really think of it, a blank slate is something I’ve always wanted. Having a few years of extended illness and lots of other stuff which won’t be mentioned, because it has been converted from the status of “shattering experience” to “wonderful lesson”, has given me the tremendous gift of self discovery. For some reason, I thought that a blank slate would be like hitting an easy button, and life would just be easier and smoother, just like that. Haha, the joke was on me!

It isn’t like that, and it’s okay. Moments like these are times of life altering discovery, which lead to a degree of clarity which is literally scary good. Why am I writing this post though? Because, sometimes we all need a reminder that the frightening in-between moments in life can hold the most power. These are the moments in which we learn who we are, what we want, what makes us happy, and what we need to let go of. It is in the letting go, and allowing the pause, that we create space to become. It’s where the magic lives.

If you too, find yourself in the in-between, remind yourself often that you’re in the most perfect space to create something wonderful…an empty canvas upon which you decide what to fill it with. It may feel scary or “wrong”, because we’ve been trained to believe that it is. Let’s call bullshit on societal expectations, and see the beauty and value of pausing to find ourselves again. It’s a process that cannot and should not be rushed.