Honoring the nudges...

I've been feeling nudged to write lately. It's something I've always wanted to do...be a writer. I was aware of that when I was little. Art came later. Writing was always there and reading was an escape for me from the chaos of my house. 

 Since I've started in earnest to put words together, I haven't been feeling like painting and I'm trying to be ok with that. I'm remininh myself that it's important to trust and honor all my creative nudges, writing included.  

As I began putting pen to paper this week, it felt awkward. I felt like a phoney. Granted, I write on this blog.  But blogging isn't what I want to do. 

It's a memoir I'm feeling nudged to write.  

Like it's finally time to sort out the "stuff" of my life.  

This kind of writing feels like an excavation.  

And it's scary and feels hard and uncertain. 

But I started anyway and to be honest, looking back has been harder and more confusing than I thought. I've lived a lot in my 37 years. 

In between writing I've been making dolls.

There is a Frida quote that resonates deeply with me and it kept popping into my head while writing. 

"Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?"  

As a result I made the first of what I suspect will be many more Frida Dolls. 

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I also made this little one and she is probably my favorite. 

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The little boat was found at the Christmas Tree Shoppe last winter. As soon as I saw it oi knew I needed to make a paper clay girl to travel in it.

 I added the words "drift on...you will land" from one of my favorite songs by John Forte. 

I'm hoping to be able to lock myself into the studio tonight to write and (hopefully) make more art before I head out on a cruise with the family. 

Hope you're all having a good weekend!