Owen, my eight year old son thinks his Mama is now a "famous artist". Is it bad that I wanted him to believe this? I told him that I was not famous (yet) and that I was SO PROUD of myself for having my art and my words published. I told him this was a DREAM come TRUE for me and that we can NEVER stop dreaming BIG DREAMS (even when we have grey hair). I told him that I was happy that he was proud of me too and that I couldn't wait to help him celebrate all the many DREAMS COME TRUE that he has to come...
His eyes lit up when he saw my work in the magazine.
I saw the pride. I felt the JOY.
Seeing it through his eyes made it so special for me.
More and more it makes me believe that we need to SHOW
our children what is possible and not just tell them.
Seeing is believing...
and I want him to believe that he can accomplish
ANYTHING and EVERYTHING!
You can find my art quilts and my article published in THIS issue of
Sew Somerset (Winter 2012). On newstands NOW! I am THRILLED to be in this magazine. Feeling SUPER grateful. Thank-you to all the Rock Stars at Somerset who worked to create this publication. ♥ xo
I wanted to share with you a post I wrote for Louise Gale's
website, dedicated to raising the consciousness of the world,
one by one through practicing
self-care, love, kindness, forgiveness & gratitude through creative
expression. This post is one of my favorite posts that I wrote from the heart and I had to share it on my own blog.
It's called the Story. Here it is...
Stories have always fascinated me. True stories and untrue stories
too. The untrue stories helped me through the times in my life where I
wanted to forget my own true story, the one that was too painful to sit
in at the time. Since then, I have continued to be spellbound by
carefully threaded stories.
Oral stories have also been part of my tapestry. My sweet Mémère
never learned to read. And I have known and understood from a very
young age the importance of stories shared orally. These tales of truth
have always been so dear to my heart. I have felt a responsibility to
listen carefully to her stories and tuck them safely inside me. She
deserves to have someone listen and treasure her truths. I cannot
imagine not being able to express myself using the written word. I feel
like I would have died a thousand times of heartbreak without this
ability.
Our stories are as diverse as the faces on the planet, yet they
connect us all. Because as different as the storyline may be, the
themes are quite similar. I can honestly say there are some stories I
wish I did not have to own as my own. There are those stories I have
shared, those I continue to make sense of and those that still remain
buried under layers of fear, sadness and pain. All of these stories
influence the way I see the world and more than ever they influence the
ways in which I want to make a difference.
The older I get, the more I realize that everyone has a rich
inventory of stories sitting within their hearts. All of us could share
tales of heartbreak and triumph within our own family tree. I have
come to understand the importance of sharing these stories. I have
learned that by writing them and telling them, I am also setting them
free from my heart and my body. My mentor
Beverly Hawksley
tells me that “we have a social responsibility to share our stories”.
As artists, writers, mothers, and teachers, we need to reveal these
narratives in a way that will empower us and help us move on. By
sharing them we help others along their journey. And, we also make room
for new stories.
I often say that my artwork is inspired by unwritten stories. Those
sitting on the page and those that are waiting to be excavated, layer by
layer, word by word and one painting at a time. This is how I choose
to tell my stories but there are other ways to do this. Maybe you are a
songwriter, a musician, a children’s author, an illustrator, a chef, a
gardener, a sculptor, a mechanic, a poet, a director or a gypsy. Maybe
you haven’t shared your stories yet or you don’t know which method is
best for you.
Maybe today will be the day you peel back a layer and go there.
Maybe not. Maybe today you will open up to the possibility of sharing
one of your stories with someone you trust. I do hope to set my stories
free. Every single one. I would love to hear how you share your
stories with the world.
