It started the morning I decided to visit Muddy Waters (Coffee House) in Burlington, Vermont. I was told by the locals that if I was looking for a quiet place to write and enjoy a good cup of java, this was the place. I entered into a few different level rooms containing booths, cozy benches and chairs. After ordering an Iced Machiatto, I settled into a nice corner bench adjacent to a bookshelf. It was quiet, the perfect seat to get some reading done. My reason for spending a quiet morning here was to work through a few more chapters in The Artist's Way. (Julia Cameron's ~ Guide to Inspire Artists). Upon looking around, I noticed that there was a small, rolled up piece of paper tucked away in the brick wall behind me. At first, I was not sure whether to take it out and read it, or not. Perhaps I have seen too many "Candid - Punked" like shows, and someone was watching my every move. Pushing these paranoid thoughts aside, I reached over, read it and I was elated...
Kristine, you are not the only one, you should see my table, or should I say - you couldn't see my table under the pile of all kinds of bits and pieces :) We all make the mess, and I think there is no other way to create. Who cares about it when we are creating and letting our soul sing! The only important thing is to have fun! :)
ReplyDeleteI forgot to write - I love the card, especially the blue butterfly - you know it's my favorite color :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sonja - Makes me feel better knowing that I am not the only one that is buried in scraps, paper, etc ... LOL ... Thank you for your kind words regarding my card ... I am beginning to love butterflies as much as hearts these days ... Funny how our tastes change ...
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