Love for the Creative Process

I have a lot of love for the creative process and its mysterious ability to discover me. Lately, new projects, ideas and stories keep finding their way into my dreams. It’s simultaneously inspiring and overwhelming. Slowly but surely, I am honoring these gems with the time and attention they deserve.

These little collages are from one of the new art collections I’m working on: LOVE. Stay tuned, more artsy stuff is on its way!

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Love letter from the past

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I attended a winter yoga retreat in Lake Geneva with the fabulous Dorie Silverman a few weeks ago. During the retreat, we were guided to write a love letter to ourselves, self address an envelope, and hand it in to be mailed at a later, unknown date. I received my letter in the mail a few days ago. I won’t share all the details, after all it’s my personal love letter, but here is a line that I am drawing a lot of inspiration from: “Magic is created in the woodlands, but it can survive in the city if nurtured by the sun and water and your dreams.”

There’s something really special about receiving words of love and wisdom from your past self. If you’ve never tried it before, I highly recommend taking the time to write yourself a love letter. You don’t even have to send it, just set it aside and mark your calendar for a random day a few weeks or months from now. There is even a website, http://www.futureme.org, where you can send yourself an email at a set, later date.

Even if you have a regular journaling or reflection practice, it’s amazing how sometimes, turning inward and writing a letter of love to your future self can bring the encouragement and support you need, right when you need it most.

Grandma Jean

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Grandmothers are special people. My Grandma Jean was a wise friend, reliable confidant, engaging storyteller, vocal cheerleader, expert baker, tradition keeper, hard worker, savvy shopper, warm hugger, fierce protector, and more. I am grateful to have been her granddaughter and for her friendship and love.

Since her passing, I’ve been thinking a lot about our time together and the small, thoughtful ways she made everyday special. A crystal donkey dish filled with Hershey Kisses set out for me and my sisters, warm grandmother hugs and favorite story books, getting tucked in at night with kisses and the scent of fresh laundry, shopping for shoes, and long talks while baking oatmeal raisin cookies and burning a few, on purpose, for grandpa. I never want to forget those memories, or her.

“You won’t. I know a little about that. When you lose someone they take a bigger place in your heart, not a smaller one. Every day it grows because you don’t stop loving them” (The Shoemaker’s Wife, Adriana Trigiani, page 78).

2012 Reflections

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Two thousand and twelve, the year the world ended. Okay, not really. However, the past year has been full of life changes, joy, loss, adventure, uncertainty, fear, accomplishment and love. A cross-country move with my husband and kitty cat, making new friends, completing yoga teacher training, job and soul-searching, personal reflection, writing, starting a blog, art-making, volunteer work and the passing of my dear Grandma Jean are a few personal milestones from 2012. And in a way, the world has ended for me since 2013 is the birth of new dreams.

I don’t typically set New Year’s resolutions. However, in yoga teacher training, we read  The Wisdom of No Escape by Pema Chodron. Her writing is bursting with insight, but there was one passage in particular that I found inspiring and am re-reading as my resolution and meditation for 2013.

“The Navajo teach their children that every morning when the sun comes up, it’s a brand new sun. It’s born each morning, it lives for the duration of one day, and in the evening it passes on, never to return again. As soon as the children are old enough to understand, the adults take them out at dawn and they say, ‘The sun has only one day. You must live this day in a good way, so that the sun won’t have wasted precious time.’ Acknowledging the preciousness of each day is a good way to live, a good way to reconnect with our basic joy” ( p. 33).

Do you set resolutions? What are you meditating upon as we end 2012 and move into the New Year? As always, with love and gratitude to you for reading.