Saturday, October 5, 2013

As the years pile up behind me like wreckage on an interstate, I begin to realize how little I have done that feels authentic to me.  I feel a creative soul inside my body, yet do nothing to vent this creative energy.  The reason I believe, is because I have no language of creativity:  my eyes do not see the patterns that create art.  

Even so, the desire to create is present and now I am preparing to act on it.  I think many women feel this way; we know the feeling is there, but don't know how to start.  I'm going to begin with this blog. My plan is to document my efforts at learning to craft and create something that I can share with others.  I hope this process will lead me to find the creative sight that I have been missing; to learn the language that I really think I was born knowing, but have not practiced and therefore, forgotten.