I came upon this last week and knew I needed to take it all in.
I believe I am worth the time it takes to create whatever I feel called to create.
I believe that my work is worthy of its own space, which is worthy of the name Sacred.
I believe that, when I enter this space, I have the right to work in silence, uniterrupted, for as long as I choose.
I believe that the moment I open myself to the gifts of the Muse, I open myself to the Source of All Creation and become One with the Mother of Life Itself.
I believe that my work is joyful, useful, and constantly changing. flowing like a river with no beginning and no end.
I believe that what it is I am called to do will make itself known when I have made myself ready.
I believe that the time I spend creating my art is as precious as the time I spend giving to others.
I believe that what truly matters in the making of art is not what the final piece looks like or sounds like, not what it is worth or not worth but what newness gets added to the universe in the process of the piece itself becoming.
I believe that I am not alone in my attempts to create, and that once I begin the work, settle into the strangeness, the words will take shape, the form find life and the spirit take flight.
I believe that as the Muse gives to me, so does she deserve from me: faith, mindfulness, and enduring commitment.
"Often people attempt to live their life backwards: they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want so that they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then, do what you need to do, in order to have what you want." - Margaret Young
My family moved away from my home town in 1980 because my father was transferred for work. I never thought I would be back. I dreamed of showing my husband and daughter where I grew up. I wanted them to see our house, our church, my schools, the lakes, everything. Last year, I was transferred back to the area for MY job! Today, I led a grave side service by the lake that my Middle School is located on. As we drove around the lake, I got to show my daughter the wild flowers I picked as a child. The field where I rode horses. The beautiful Oak covered scenic roads. She ate alligator tail for lunch on a dock on the lake where we held our Sunday School parties. There were two other aspects of the day. A few weeks ago, a friend died. She told me she would be sending love notes from heaven and they would be rainbows and butterflies. We saw butterflies ALL DAY today. Finally, a few days ago, I was preparing for our Easter service and looked up in the sky to see these clouds in the shape of an arrow that was pointing straight up. It sure seemed that we could feel the love notes from heaven today.