studio in winter

My Journal

This is what winter looks like at my studio.

Quiet. Sometimes white.  Stark.

studio in winter

I walk through my side door painted in Lucky Orange and take off my mittens and lay them on the heater.

I often sit beside them to warm up.

studio in winter

Once in a while I bring a friend along.

studio in winter

This winter, I have been focused on wholesaling and designing new recycled words cut from salvaged plastic.  These words are everywhere in my creative space.

They sit calmly on the counter beside reused jars filled with paint and poly.

studio in winter

Bliss.  It is all right before me.  Sometimes I do not see it clearly enough as I move through my "must do" list, focusing on what I have left undone, instead of seeing all I have accomplished.

Tiny sigh. I am working on that.

There are piles of recycled words on a desk waiting for my signature. I have to set up a designated shipping space.  I love that.

studio in winter

I fell asleep last night reading The Fire Starter Sessions by Danielle LaPorte.

"What would your life be like if you did only what was easy?" Danielle asked.   "Let me repeat the question".

My life would be like this desk top. Only a little less cluttered.  And beside the sea.

studio in winter

It is so easy for me to teach others how to heal through art and altered books.

In a faraway place, we would sew in colored threads on the pages.  And make secret pockets to hide in.  And color with watercolor crayons.  All small metal objects would be the possible missing piece for our cover.

We would cut a piece of our clothing we were wearing and sew it into the book.  Reuse and recycle.

Everything around us would be a mark marker.

There would be no rushing.

We would just write what we were thinking at that moment. Bravely knowing we could alter our own words too if we changed our mind later.

Spicy candles would be burning.  And perfect coffee brewing.

Jess Ribeiro and the Bone Collectors play in the background.

That would be very easy.  And I am moving toward it.

Right now I am in my sweet studio with little pops of color hanging behind doors.

studio in winter

And bits of color popping up outside that remind me that spring will come soon.

studio in winter

Till then I will remember that right now is enough.  I am right where I am supposed to be.

studio in winter

I am moving closer to a magical kind of "easy".

Easy as in effortless because it is exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

How about you?

What would your life look like if you did only what was easy?

ps. Danielle says procrastination could actually be divine intervention.  I am thinking about that too.

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