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the longing of an artist part 2

As a kid my mother painted, my father made a living as a welder, all the men in my family actually worked with iron. During Christmas there was always handmade gifts, and lots of them, always the goal was to make someone cry because the gift was so special.


I have talked about this a little, but there is a longing in my heart. A quest to deepen, slow down, create. I love what I am doing and have really dove head in to the fashion design process and I must say each collection just gets better and better.


As we all know the fashion industry is ruthless, and quite honestly am I even really needed?


Pause, back up, don't try to figure it out. Move forward, follow your heart, follow the calling. That is what matters.


I remeber years ago while visiting a friend in Hawaii, I picked up a book, it held within it the famous quote by Howard Thurman. He said,


Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.


It changed everything for me, and today it helps to read it again.


Following what you love is not easy, it takes determintaion, almost a stubborness, refusing to give up, against all odds, especially when the signs say no.


I used to think, synchronicity was the only way forward, but as I told a friend today "if you pray for a bus to show up and god sends the bus, it's up to you to get on". Meaning, you can pray for what you want, but you also have to take action.


I think I am close to taking action. There is a voice that keeps repeating something, an idea, and who am I to say no when the muse shows up, who am I to judge my creativity, I am the channel, I am the Hollow Bone.


to be continued, always, thank you

Shele



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