I hear you. And maybe it's no consolation, but even if you currently don't feel the spark at the moment of creation, the results are as beautiful as always. You have trained your autopilot well.
Kay, this is just so perfect. So absolutely perfect. I’ve read it over and over, and I get misty every time I do. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you with all my everything.
Great writers leave great comments, this one is no exception. It’s tender and heartfelt and perfect and so absolutely poignant too. Here’s to showing up when it’s difficult. Thank you for everything <3
That light, that energy, that creative juice is in you. You bring it to the table, the scissors and glue. It’s why, even when doubt tricks you, and feelings mislead (as they can), your work touches hearts and minds. May you give yourself the compassion you share with others. May you note the critics words and let them pass by you. May you stand at your table, take a breath and say, from your heart, “I am here.”
This is one of the most touching blessings I have ever been given. We are here, because we’re here, because we’re here, because we’re here. Thank you so much for this. I love you with all my everything!
You do better for yourself in returning to explore and examine the blockages and frictions. I find that I too easily avoid my work table and the avoidance turns into full absence which turns further into fear and doubt.
I tell myself that I could simply spend a small amount of time each day to establish a rhythm or a pattern. But what articulates as simple in thought turns complex in emotion.
Thank you for this! You’re absolutely right. If there’s one thing I can pat myself on the back for it’s showing up consistently no matter how I’m feeling. I never avoid my workbench no matter how much I might want to. I just try my best to be present and to find my way through.
I’m always grateful to be sharing space with you, even if that space contains darkness and melancholy. In the unknowing and the uncertainty there is a promise; Find me and I’ll find you. I love you with all my everything.
Or maybe that soul, that spirit has now become you. You are the maker, the creator, bringing your presence everyday at your workbench, making art to enlighten the world. Like a student shaman having now become a shaman himself. A beacon 🌟
“A beacon” this moved something in me I don’t even have a name for. Thank you so much Emily. Please know how much of a tender beacon you are too. I love you with all my everything.
Duane, I understand. Ground your feet in your temple and set your hands on your tools. This, you have shared with me, is the way back. In case no one’s told you lately I love you with all of my everything. M
Martha. Wow! You are a living example of teh sweetness of reciprocity. To something that was given, given back in return. this brought a tear to my eye in sch a special way. I love you with all of my everything too!
The not so fun part of the creative process. And at the same time, all this work is stunning as usual! You're right, we keep showing up. Day after day, because we are compelled to and because it's vital.
Sending some vibes of inspiration and magic to you and your workbench, my bestie. (Or patience as you wait for the magic to return, because I'm not sure there's a workaround while we wait through the inevitable slumps!)
Thank you Jill! Thank you for all your support and love and friendship. Don’t know what I’d do without you. This is what we do. because we must. Because we have to. I love you with all my everything, bestie!
I hear you. And maybe it's no consolation, but even if you currently don't feel the spark at the moment of creation, the results are as beautiful as always. You have trained your autopilot well.
Thank you my friend! This is more consolation than you know. I appreciate you! I love you with all my everything.
What Bjorn said!
Thank you so much Kate! I hope you’re doing well! It’s always great hearing form you!
May whatever seems lost, return to you Duane.
May your temple again become a place of lightness and love and listening.
May what you want, move towards you when you reach.
May you never lose faith that it will.
Kay, this is just so perfect. So absolutely perfect. I’ve read it over and over, and I get misty every time I do. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you with all my everything.
Your happiness is my happiness, Duane.
I send you love, lightness of heart and joy.
Sending as much as possible back to you too. Thank you, Kay!
.. the in between ....
Yes! So very much, that! thank you!
your faithfulness to your work is what makes it so rich and layered. thank you for sharing it with us here!
Maria! Thank you so much for that! I so very much appreciate you!
It’s so hard when you feel such a heavy presence of loss inside a space that you thought you had defined.
I don’t have an answer for how to navigate or remedy that, but I do know it well.
And the only thing I can say about it is that I just hold on to a glimmer of hope and faith that something will show up that makes it all make sense.
Interims are hard for me. So is hope. So is faith. But some things are so very worth it.
Here’s to taking those leaps even when they’re hard.
Especially when they’re hard.
And to reaching for something deeply rooted to keep us afloat until the next chapter reveals itself.
Your words are beautiful as always. Like a love letter to all the wandering souls in the stars ❤️
Great writers leave great comments, this one is no exception. It’s tender and heartfelt and perfect and so absolutely poignant too. Here’s to showing up when it’s difficult. Thank you for everything <3
That light, that energy, that creative juice is in you. You bring it to the table, the scissors and glue. It’s why, even when doubt tricks you, and feelings mislead (as they can), your work touches hearts and minds. May you give yourself the compassion you share with others. May you note the critics words and let them pass by you. May you stand at your table, take a breath and say, from your heart, “I am here.”
This is one of the most touching blessings I have ever been given. We are here, because we’re here, because we’re here, because we’re here. Thank you so much for this. I love you with all my everything!
I’m so pleased. I worried I’d overstepped.
Never. Thank you <3
You do better for yourself in returning to explore and examine the blockages and frictions. I find that I too easily avoid my work table and the avoidance turns into full absence which turns further into fear and doubt.
I tell myself that I could simply spend a small amount of time each day to establish a rhythm or a pattern. But what articulates as simple in thought turns complex in emotion.
Thank you for this! You’re absolutely right. If there’s one thing I can pat myself on the back for it’s showing up consistently no matter how I’m feeling. I never avoid my workbench no matter how much I might want to. I just try my best to be present and to find my way through.
A form of prayer, this returning. Not beseeching for something in the future but beholding what shows up, over and over again.
This is so beautiful Kim! It’s a matter being held by the beholding. That’s so wonderful. Thank you! I love you with all my everything!
Your work, always beautiful, Duane. I'm feeling this in myself too. Where have I gone? I ask (myself).
But the birds, their songs undulate my heart, as an instrument, and the light in the trees, whisper of something else.
I’m always grateful to be sharing space with you, even if that space contains darkness and melancholy. In the unknowing and the uncertainty there is a promise; Find me and I’ll find you. I love you with all my everything.
Or maybe that soul, that spirit has now become you. You are the maker, the creator, bringing your presence everyday at your workbench, making art to enlighten the world. Like a student shaman having now become a shaman himself. A beacon 🌟
“A beacon” this moved something in me I don’t even have a name for. Thank you so much Emily. Please know how much of a tender beacon you are too. I love you with all my everything.
Thank you, Duane, that means so much 💖
Our Art and our kindness is so needed in this world !
So very needed!
Duane, I understand. Ground your feet in your temple and set your hands on your tools. This, you have shared with me, is the way back. In case no one’s told you lately I love you with all of my everything. M
Martha. Wow! You are a living example of teh sweetness of reciprocity. To something that was given, given back in return. this brought a tear to my eye in sch a special way. I love you with all of my everything too!
The not so fun part of the creative process. And at the same time, all this work is stunning as usual! You're right, we keep showing up. Day after day, because we are compelled to and because it's vital.
Sending some vibes of inspiration and magic to you and your workbench, my bestie. (Or patience as you wait for the magic to return, because I'm not sure there's a workaround while we wait through the inevitable slumps!)
Thank you Jill! Thank you for all your support and love and friendship. Don’t know what I’d do without you. This is what we do. because we must. Because we have to. I love you with all my everything, bestie!