When I read today’s newsletter, “Making with Darkness: The Unknown,” from Jeannine Ouelette’s “A Hundred Day Creative Practice–Day Fifty-ight,” I think of a blank page on my computer, a fresh canvas on an easel, or a new sheet of handmade deckled-edged watercolor paper taped on my desk in my art room.
It is a journey indeed. One room, one drawer, one box at a time. Choices can be so hard when I resist letting go of the old me. I'm working on it. Thanks for your continued support, Joan. Our friendship is precious to me.
Writing from the darkness is the epitome of truth. Most of my writing comes from there and I've found it has undiscovered emotional and human depth. Big hugs from me to you 🩷
You hit the quiet nail on the head: identity. What do you keep and what do you leave behind and still be irreplaceable YOU. You are showing us.
It is a journey indeed. One room, one drawer, one box at a time. Choices can be so hard when I resist letting go of the old me. I'm working on it. Thanks for your continued support, Joan. Our friendship is precious to me.
Oh Deborah, things seem so hard, and change and uncertainty certainly don't help ease the mind. I hope you know your community is here for you!
Wendy, thank you. It is good to be reminded.
I would love that Deborah 🩷
Writing from the darkness is the epitome of truth. Most of my writing comes from there and I've found it has undiscovered emotional and human depth. Big hugs from me to you 🩷
Once I move and get settled, I want to have you over for tea. We are so connected in so many ways. 💕