I wondered what I could do to create more ease, abundance, fulfillment, and prosperity in my life.
Since the kids were adults, and my own work was feeling the impact of the economy, I needed a way to open myself up to a life that would be as satisfying as raising my kids had been or as exciting as beginning my graphic art business. Been there, done that, now I wanted something new to focus on.
I pondered what that might be as my dog and I trudged up the hill to our favorite walking trail. I happened to glance in the middle of the street and spotted this little lump of cloth. Curious, I went towards it and here is what it was:
A very dirty baby's sock. With hearts on it. What in the world could this mean?
In a flash, I got it. I've been collecting found objects with the intention of creating art pieces with them. I've found some pretty amazing and inspiring things, and I still haven't moved forward in this work. This little sock was telling me to begin doing the thing I love to do; Make stuff. Start small, but start. Prioritize doing what I love and follow my heart. The very dirt on the sock itself indicated to me that by doing this, I would ground myself more fully in my creative nature.
I started to think about all the things I was going to make. I got idea after idea as I continued on my walk, but, as usual, doubt set in. I worried that I was too old to start making the objects I was dreaming about, that I didn't have time, that they'd take time away from what was more important: making money not things, and that my time to be an artist was past. Then I saw THIS:
A tiny buckle from a wristwatch.
It told me to detach from any notion of time, that the way to connect to myself was by being in the moment, by doing what I enjoyed moment to moment, and prioritizing doing what I love to do, just as I prioritized the activities of my children when they were small.
It's my turn to reconnect to myself and my dreams. That's all I need or want to do right now. More importantly, it's time to get back to the pureness of my creative spirit: what I felt as a child when I made something, painted something, sewed something; not thinking about anything except the joy of creating, having no idea or ideal of "being an Artist", but simply doing what I did because I wholly and fully enjoyed it. That's truly heaven on earth!
Love, Kristine
