This week has been heartache and healing
and a whole heap of wrestling between the two,
a lot of taking hold and letting go
and when my hands have itched to grab the problem back up
by the scruff of the neck and just fix it already,
wrangle some control and body slam it,
flip it on it’s back and pummel the threat that I feel
because I want to throw on a cape and pull a rescue
in the worst sort of way….
I’ve given my work-weary hands over to making art in the wee hours,
to pray it out, this stuff of my heart, with some handmade love.
For a long while I’ve made a little bite of art each day just to stretch my soul;
I always give it away because that lights me up,
stokes my joy,
but this month I’m making a gift to myself to stretch a little further
and make two or even a few each day,
one to write and send and another to help re-stock my neglected little etsy store
and I’m finding the juice again in keeping shop.
For a long while I simply made prints if they were needed
and, for me, there was no fun in that;
I decided to either squeeze more juice from this part of my life
or lay it down.
I missed the hefty, textured, imperfect mess
of making just one unique original
with my heart splashed all over it
and then moving onto something altogether different.
Unique and one of a kind….that’s what makes my heart twirl.
So I’m throwing open the windows of my shop
and letting the bad air out and letting some fresh life rush in
and oh how it soothes and sorts and settles me.
Feel free to drop by and wander around,
if you like.
I’ll be there all month stoking the fire
and sweeping out the yard:)
“Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention
on the part of the actor.
It’s a gift to the world and every being in it.
Don’t cheat us of your contribution.
Give us what you’ve got.”