I remember a visit my Mom made when I was on summer break between my freshman and sophomore years of college. It was awkward. It was difficult. There were spaces of silence. I fuzzily perceived I was not fitting into some of her hopes.
Time can clear away haze. 'A hundred years later', I see with a bit more clarity. As a mom...and also as a grandma now, I recognize that what must've filled those silent spots. It was not so much 'judgements' as they were small pieces of love that were floating around, looking for safe spots to land within me. I regret that visit because she can never visit me again...until I visit her on the other side of Eternity. But the memory of that time serves to help me be a bit more patient when my own loose little bits of love are found to be floating about, looking for places to safely land.
So, I'm working my way through an online self-paced course. I'm posting my progress here. Why am I am doing it? Because I know myself; I need to make myself feel the pinch of accountability. Can anyone relate? The course is with Cory Huff and The Abundant Artist. I've known Cory for a number of years and his dedication to artist-development and deep geeky-genius knowledge in leveraging the web for their marketing inspires me to run faster andleap higher.
The initial assignment was to take some time and think about the current stage I find myself as far as my career as an artist goes. Part two was to create a quick little piece of journal-art which taps into the root of the topic or subject I see as a current focus. The above image is just that. For some months now, I've begun unpacking some of the emotions we humans feel in response to our various relationships and life circumstances that face us all at some point.
This little drawing, "The Visit' swoops around the notion that some' visits' can feel awkward. We relate to other individuals largely on the basis of how we perceive they feel toward us. If we know they enjoy being with us, we relax, let down our hair, and become vulnerable. If, on the other hand, we take note that they have rigid, tiny aisles of acceptance, we are definitely not prone to 'visit' with them much, knowing that we do not fit into those aisles very well. But, are those perceptions reality? Sometimes yes. But sometimes, no.
Welcome! Glad you're here! This little spot is where I share thoughts, writings and verses that fuel my life, my marriage, and my art. My desire is to offer up hope and grace and help make your life feel a bit lighter.