As I was perusing the book section at the craft store yesterday, my eyes fell on a title that I have been seeing everywhere: Taking Flight by Kelly Rae Roberts - North Light Books. I'm pleased to say I finally purchased it, and I'm very glad I did. As soon as I began reading her bio, I knew I had found something special. I was completely hooked after reading the first chapter. Kelly describes the events, thoughts and feelings leading up to her entering into the creative life. The similarities to my experiences in recent years convinced me I was onto something. She encourages us to pay attention to the voice from within each of us that is often ignored in the interest of practicality. It is the voice of our soul, screaming to live the life we were meant to live. The paths we choose for our lives, i.e. marriage, practical career, etc. may be good paths, but it is in recognizing our deepest longings, the ones we just can't bury, that we will find fulfillment and our life's work. When we are ready to face our deepest fears and begin anew, we enter a long-forgotten world of possibility.
BUILDING WITH WHEEL AND BARREL
9" x 12"
pastel on Canson MI-Teintes
I think the reason her book has struck a chord with me is that I am currently standing on a precipice of my own. A few years ago, it became apparent that critical care nursing was no longer working for me. Though it's difficult to admit, I wasted way too much time grieving over that reality. Having hit the proverbial wall, I was convinced that there were no longer possibilities. I thought I had exhausted my options. In truth, I had lost my confidence. Blessedly, the human heart is resilient, and a light still glimmered in my soul after all. After reading several issues of Somerset Studio's Artful Blogging, a quiet insistent voice begged to be heard. The message: "Just begin." Initially, I simply started working with my hands again. I made Christmas ornaments, experimented with pen and ink drawing, made watercolor paintings in a nature journal of sorts, painted with pastels, and took my camera everywhere. I scrapbooked, made cards, and experimented with techniques learned from the books of today's creative masters. In a nutshell, I stitched, painted and glued my way back to life. Somewhere amidst all this activity, I lost fifty pounds and literally ran my way back to physical health, one mile at a time.
PRESQUE ISLE LIGHTHOUSE
8" x 10"
pigma micron pen on smooth bristol vellum
So, where do I go from here? In the last month, I launched my blog (after a year of nursing my fear and trepidation!). I began creating a series of handmade items that I will soon be offering on an Etsy Boutique. I dusted off my forgotten business license and I even made it to the bank to open a business account last week. Honestly, I'd forgotten what the inside of a bank looked like! When the account manager asked me what my business was going to be, my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth (smile). This morning, I launched my Flicker photo stream. Next item on the agenda: set up a paypal account and open an Etsy Boutique.
The list after that is endless, but if there's anything I've learned, it's to keep putting one foot in front of the other. What else can we do?