My art and writing are two channels I use to express gratitude for all the goodness in my life.  Being creative requires me to step out of my comfort zone and explore new avenues.  When I write and paint from the heart, everything makes sense.  I am grateful for the opportunity to share my joy with you.

Letting in the Light

Squam Sunrise

May the light of your soul guide you. –John O'Donohue

I have been listening to my soul a lot this past year.  Taking stock of my life, where I have been and where I am headed.  This has been a year of personal growth, focusing on personal desires and needs, which on the face of it sounds selfish, I know.

And it is not like me to be selfish.  It is not like me to put my desires first because I am a nurturer by nature.  I have been this way my entire life, wanting to take care of those I love, to ease their journeys, to provide comfort.

I will always be a nurturer.  It is something I love about myself, something I cherish. My husband and I nurtured three daughters to adulthood, and continue to nurture our marriage.  Personal nourishment tended to come third or forth, depending on the stage in my life.  Even once our nest became empty and my cancer led me to retire from teaching I began to find ways to nurture others through volunteering, through substituting.

This year I put it all on hold.  I had the strong feeling that it was time to put the brakes on and nourish my self.

I returned to art, my childhood passion, in all of it's forms.  I have been painting and writing, photographing the quiet moments of my life, giving myself permission to pursue what I love.

It has been a year of blossoming.

But recently, while listening to my soul as I sit in quiet reflection during the stillness of morning I have been hearing new whispers.  Whispers saying it is time.

Time to give back.

Time to once again reach out to others.

I am not sure how this will manifest; as a cancer survivor my instinct is to want to help other survivors.  This idea appeals to me and I know of an organization in the town where I was raised that provides a haven for survivors.  It is an organization that helped me when I started my own journey.

It's time to give them a call, don't you think?

I know my soul does.

Sharing my thoughts with Becca.

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