I have gained a new appreciation for the way I create on the page and off.
How I express myself.
The singularity of my voice and the mosaic nature of my process.
No expert can teach you to be you.
Wait and follow ideas.
I get lost. I recover.
Listen. Internal guidance comes.
Notice numinous clues. They catch my eye and heart.
I know on a visceral level what to trust and who.
I trust myself. Even when I don’t, I befriend the part I don’t understand.
There is no one way to tell a story, to create a piece of art.
Pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, hands in a puddle of paint.
These are vehicles not only of telling but of listening.
I give them, and me, space to deepen.
Photo by Lisa Fotios