I have been told that I am crazy and maybe I am but if that
is the case, then I enjoy being crazy because I enjoy being me. Ideas will
strike me out of the blue and I am compelled to make them real, and I usually
do. This power we own of manifesting our desires is so real to me that I don’t
know any other way than to create what I see in my mind. Creating is something
that brings me great joy and when I create for others this joy is enormous. You
see, I am an Artist. I wish I could tell you when this phenomenon started, it
may have been one day while sitting in a tree. I had a favorite tree that loved
to hear me sing. I think the tree is the only being that ever enjoyed hearing
me sing. But sing I did and when I learned to make letters on paper these words
started to take form in verse. I am not a professional vocalist by any means,
but I enjoy making noise with my voice.
I am not a professional seamstress, but in high school made
my own prom dress. I had a visual of what it would look like but no store had
it to my distress. My cheerleading skirt caught my eye, and ideas started to take
shape. I would make my dress for prom, and I would even wear a cape. Cutting
and sewing, and ripping out the thread, more cutting and sewing a task sure to
dread. In the end I was happy, I was filled with Joy. I had a date you see with that special boy.
I do not draw pictures to pay my bills, nor paint on canvas
or windowsills. But many a time the image appears and suddenly I find myself
switching gears. Out comes the paper, the pencils inspired. A fine artist I am
not, at least not the kind hired. At nineteen years old I drew a mother with
two. When I turned 27 I gave birth to a girl and at 37 my son made up the two.
Note to self, be careful what you draw, this manifesting thing is powerful.
I am not a professional crafter, nor cake decorater,
however, my son would refuse to eat a cake not made by his mother. He tells me the theme and flavor of cake, to the store for props the batter to bake.
When my daughter was carrying my granddaughter and wanted that special touch. Off to the store I went I knew it meant so much. Butterflies and flowers I could not find on the shelf. So visualize the image and enlist my crafty elf. A cake topper and card basket would soon manifest. It may not be perfect, but it surely was my best.
I do not make jewelry as a profession, however I have many times. When I cannot locate searching every store, I create it myself and this one I adore.
I am not a professional sculptor but stacking rocks I love. It amazes me how they balance, it is magic from above.
I am not a professional baker, but Apple Pie is sweet. An entire bag of apples, go into the pies I bake. Homemade crust made with love, oh what a treat.
I am not a professional photographer, however, my camera stays near by. I never quite capture the beauty that I witness with my eye.
To live InJoy is easy to do, acceptance is key; acceptance of you. Live true to your soul regardless of others. Do not let their judgment or criticism be your druthers.
I am not a professional model, and a professional I do not need be. I can have fun in front of the camera, there is no pressure in being me.
I am not a seamstress, a painter or a baker; not a model, or crafter or even a cake maker. I am an artist at heart a manifesting machine; a creator of visions that have yet to be seen. I live in Joy, but it has not always been so. I had to learn when to say yes, and how to say no. Boundaries are important when Joy is at stake; the misery you encounter is the misery you make. The same holds true with the Joy in your life; it does not exist when you focus on your strife.
I created that too....
