Me? Creative?

Years ago I was an elementary school teacher. The first year I taught Kindergarten, I worked with a woman who told me on a daily basis how creative I was.  I didn’t really believe her.

Each of us has our own spiritual path and our own unique and individual way to connect with the Divine. Living and breathing your spiritual beliefs is a wonderful way to Own Pink, and to get your mojo flowing. But sometimes spirituality can feel stale, like maybe you are not getting the satisfaction from it that you once did. I invite you to see these times as invitations to examine your beliefs, to adjust, and to delve into what you are seeking within yourself that your spiritual beliefs do not clearly answer.

One way you can address this staleness is by creating a ritual for yourself.

This week, I had some fabulous news, followed very shortly afterwards by some devastating news. You see, my first book Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax appeared in the mail, hot off the presses. After six years of work (six years!) I finally held it in my hands, petting it, admiring it, and staring at it with a goofy grin like it was a newborn infant.

I’ve been rattling off this phrase to … well … everyone lately: “Writing is my gift, but not my passion.” Only recently have I come to understand how stuck these very words have been keeping me. I'll explain.