percolating

As an experiment, today I just decided to be "out" about my emotional sensitivity and my desire to make art with other people.

I took my camera to E's school and took some pictures before I left for the morning.

Then I went to my appointment with our naturopath.  She said that I looked "brighter." She looked at my wild scarf and said, "Did you make that?  So you are a closet artist?"

I felt embarrassed that she hadn't figured that out by now.

I told her about an art project I hope to participate in, and she told me about another local art program for kids. 

Tonight I went to a craft night at E's school and talked way, way, way more than I have in years about what I want to do, what I used to do, and what I used to think about.  I told them about the participatory art project I hope to join, too.  I also took partial credit for a huge movement in the publishing world to which I contributed my heart and soul for more than a decade. Out loud, I talked about these things. 

I even suggested that other parents should come to my house if they would like to learn to preserve stuff from their gardens.

I'm thinking about things Barbara Sher has said.  I want to connect with people who can help me make my wild dreams come true.

Comments

[Taylor]

You rock. Do you read SARK? You should.

[nyjlm]

I am so stinking proud of you right now. crying.