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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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.

Dream Garden

I wandered

into a decaying garden

not knowing what or who

rendered it abandoned

 

Tender leaves

once green with life

now shriveled and

withdrawn

 

I knelt

and whispered a prayer

this fate would not befall

my own garden of ideas

 

Young dreams

still needing

sun and rain

to grow

 

Planting does not suffice

gardening requires

persistence and

forgiveness

 

Then I saw a tiny bloom

took in its subtle fragrance

though fragile

it announced

 

A latent garden is

abundantly fertile

glance around and see

flowers can thrive among the decay