Beauty is there…
I have an obsession of sorts for collecting pens and writing pads (I still call them tablets of the non- technological sort). I can get lost in time looking at journals, pens, writing tablets, and books. Pens are not much of an issue any longer as I have found the perfect one after years of searching. However, as I pass by and think to myself, “I need this” it goes home. No regard is given to responsible evaluation as to whether the purchase is necessary because I have to have it. It amuses me when I get home because I will find an intentional purpose for this new purchase and place it neatly among the others. It is not an obsession taking over my space or anything, just once in a while an object catches my attention as I pass by. Rarely do I find such an item during time spent purposely looking at them.
Being that my situation has caused me to significantly down-size I have ‘sacred spots’ now instead of a space designated to creating. These objects are nestled into bookcases, on a desk, and storage baskets in different areas of my home. Some are well used and others are blank waiting for the moment of purposeful inspiration. These spaces seem to be subconsciously placed strategically to be easily accessed and constantly seen from the most comfortable places in my rooms.
My Sacred Spots are modge podge areas of creative inspirations. My Spots nudge me without rhyme or reason to create; Journals, writing tablets, sketch pads, pens, pencils, crayons, paints, markers, and my camera with its accessories….all inspiring even though the outcomes and intents are different. Once one of my prizes catches my attention; I get comfortable, play some music, and let my mind wander, observe, listen, and open…
For now I have no niche in which I create– I just create!
My muse does not discriminate…
Words inspired by or for photographs, words with drawings, or just plain words!
I have not posted lately. Actually it has been some time since I posted last. I can give excuses, but there is only one that covers it all. I have once again lost myself which locks my creativity away in my soul. As I have stated on my About Page, this is my individual journey. Some days are easy and some are hard. Some being much harder than others. My life is constantly changing lately while at the same time my mind sees a milestone approaching. The changes are all necessary to move forward from the place I was, but it is also a realization of things past and dreams lost. In any case, they have brought about an emotional upheaval and so many questions I need to answer.
My writing has not stopped as it would appear here. It just has become a private endeavor necessary to sort out the frustration within myself. Grief is something I never imagined to be so complex. As soon as I peel away at its layers and think I have it mastered…. I find myself back in the storm. The storms are not always the same nor are all their appearances able to be foretold. What they do have in common is the need for me to sit with the grief – Feel it and accept it as a part of me; resulting from loving someone unconditionally. Time may never take it completely away, but my prospective seems to change while my life and my person also change.
In these changing times I need to explore and discover all that is happening to my mind, heart, and soul. Maybe on the other side of this storm I will find my words to have a greater wisdom. Please be patient, I will return. Hopefully more peaceful, wiser, and stronger!
Thank you to all of you who follow along.
I create every moment in every day. Be it by changing my appearance, my perception, my dreams, or the choosing of longevity of emotions I feel. All of it changes my opinions and beliefs; They are what create my world.
Everything I experience, from the simple to traumatic, may affect my thoughts, opinions and/or beliefs. It is a personal journey. A journey to be enjoyed. It is meant to change me, for there is no other way to gain wisdom. All of this along with my reactions create who I am. And tomorrow who I am will change, maybe ever so slightly, because of yesterday and the dawn of today.