I awoke so blue and so sensitive today that I knew only one thing could make me smile: my people.
I got an email from one of my very favorite photographers and a call from my Matt E O to discuss our gigs coming up in Spokane:
if you live in that area check out the dates HERE.
I have come up against a crazy challenge in my work life: with my custom order list closed I have found in the last ten days no non-custom pieces seem to be selling.
I am trying to trust in the process of creativity, but I am profoundly aware today of just how much I rely on positive reinforcement to tell me how
my art is. I know that what I need to do is make something for myself using one of the myriad stones I have been hoarding of late.
I need to get that Goodwill bag together,
dust the cobwebs from the corners of my house and my mind
and gently carry on with my tender heart.
To keep making because I cannot NOT.
Lord knows how and why we get so sensitive, but I know this is one of those days where I simply must surrender to God those things I feel I cannot carry:
the homesickness for Los Angeles
the wide expanse of fear in my heart over things I cannot control
the erratic path of change.
Receiving this parcel of amethyst has been another amazing moment:
Three of the pieces are already spoken for (one for a woman who doesn't even know she has spoken but has been trying to outbid my customers (over the phone with me) for their custom orders in her own lovingly feisty way. She did give birth to me, so I figure she deserves anything! ) but the last will be available to the one who claims it first.
I always feel a little odd admitting when things aren't so rosy on this blog, because I don't know how much to share or keep hidden, but I want to be honest.
No matter what color I am that day.