How is it that I (we) spend so much time chasing after what (I think) will finally complete my goals, and be the definitive answers to my life? Then, somewhere along the way, something reminds me (again) that I have forgotten to notice and just enjoy the journey itself. I rush headlong, like most of these days, failing to appreciate how much value there is in simplicity?
A simple life. Three little words with a very big meaning; I find myself yearning for these elusive moments more and more. Feelings of complete and utter uncomplicated’ness. They are the rare seconds when I am able to surrender, time ceases to rush, and my mind is freed to embrace what I truly crave, creativity. This is where, elbows deep in canvas, brushes and paint something magical comes to visit, and I never want it to end.
I’ve been on this creative buzz for a while and instead of relaxing and just enjoying the ride, I am worrying about if/when it will end. Does anyone else do that? My family tells me I worry over whether I have anything to worry about. They’re right. I am a worrier.
My Currently worries: (maybe listing them will help, right?)
- my show title (it just won’t come to me)
- finishing this new piece I started for the show open (it’s a 30x40x2 canvas)
- am I on target with social media, self promo
- how can i sell more art
- are my adult children doing ok (they totally are-but still I worry)
- bleh blah bleh blah…..I’ll stop here!
Until next time. Peace, Valerie
I firmly believe that all human beings have access to extraordinary energies and powers. Judging from accounts of mystical experience, heightened creativity, or exceptional performance by athletes and artists, we harbor a greater life than we know. ~Jean Houston