My artistic interests laid dormant for decades. I forgot I even had them. I got trapped in the matrices of spreadsheets and calendar and office buildings-among other square things.
A friend introduced me to Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, where I learned how to journal again and work through traumas that I hadn’t realized were affecting me.
I’ve still not completed all 12 weeks, partially because I have unblocked my creative life pretty successfully. Isn’t that the point?
Well that’s where I am with life now: fully living in peace with my creative life, flowing in ink and paint and glue.
I’ve done other self-work in the past year, too. My health is much improved. My doctor even called me skinny today. That feels like a win.
is life perfect for me? No. But it’s meaningful, amusing and amused.
Im traveling next week, so I suspect I’ll have some opportunities for travel logs. I’ll also try to figure out how to do a mailing list or something.
Plethora.