This week is the first week of 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women: A Portable Mentor. Thank you Jamie & The Next Chapter, for bringing us another book blogging adventure! And HELLO to all you Highly Creative Women!
So much in this first chapter rang true for me. Like Gail McMeekin said, "Claiming my artistic self as a woman became the path to healing and recreating my life," and really, this is where I'm at in my own life, right at this very moment. I've always been a creative soul. I've only recently (within the past 2 years or so) really begun to acknowledge and embrace this fact.
I remember when I was in elementary school it always seemed that the art room was a place of magic. I was disappointed that art class was so infrequent. My favorite thing in the world was when our art teacher, Mr. O'Meara, opened up the large wooden bins that held potting clay and we were able to pull out big, squishy, earthy smelling clumps of it and learn how to make little bowls and sculptures. Its no surprise to find that now as an adult, I'm addicted to polymer clay.
My creative self really has saved my life. Working with color, texture, with my hands-- all of this brings me joy. It lifts my mood when I am depressed, it relaxes me when I am stressed, it fills me with peace when I feel sad. Being creative is my tool for meditation, my tool for emotional release, my tool to connect with my spirit, my tool to help keep myself SANE.
In the book there was a quote from Sanaya Roman that said, "What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do." At the age of 40, I am finally beginning to listen to that higher self. I am giving myself permission to do what I love to do. I am learning and accepting that creativity is a key to my survival. And if I'm lucky, I might even find a way to make a career out of it. How beautiful is that?
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