Whoosh! Blursday everyday! Deep contemplation! An introverts dream! Change, upset, gratitude, tears repeat!
Any one of these could be the title of a post about 2020. It’s the only year I can recall, in which everyone anxiously awaits its end. Me, not so much!
It’s been challenging, sad and difficult, as it has for everyone, but personally I am ending this year deeply steeped in gratitude… for a year that has given more than it has taken. I know I am one of the lucky ones… and that is not lost on me.
Given all the free time… I have taken countless art classes and workshops, foraged for seeds, stitched by hand, improved my intuition skills, become a better cook, healed emotional wounds, meditated more regularly, walked new trails, improved my relationship and best of all “stressed” less.
Although the year started with plans that will never manifest, as well as, things looking dire — having had so much quiet time created a cushion to land, when tragedy, pain and sadness came. Art provided the most constant healing outlet for me. It has provided assurance, that no matter what art was created in quiet, it can soothe hurt and provide answers… and for this I am grateful. I hope that I will be guided to share this knowledge and these gifts with others, in the coming years.
All the best to anyone reading this. May you find joy in art making too.