I wake up sprinting out of bed every morning with my mind filled with thoughts. Lofty thoughts. Inspiring. These same thoughts brought me to a deep sleep the night before. Rituals form out of tasks. Having my first sip of steaming coffee, making my own savory breakfast while spending a few moments staring at the sun rays streaming through my curtains, allow me to feel privileged, abundant and rich. No, I’m not talking about money for I don’t have much. What I am blessed with is the time and ability to create beauty. My inner voice says, “Follow your calling and things will always work out if you have faith. Work hard. Master your craft.”
People in my outer circle see me as someone different. Some call me “weird.” Isolated. I am an introvert who loves to be with people. I am a mother, wife, sister, caregiver, friend, student. I do things for reasons not quite understood by onlookers.
Music is my refuge when the outside world gets harsh. When disappointments get in my way, I look at the flowers and rests in the comfort of the written word. I often struggle in my journey of imitating life in a painting. Poetry is my best friend and singing is my healing chant. Dance is one language I use to express deep emotions. The stage can be surreal yet full of opportunities to gain insights into someone else’s pain and exhilaration. I was born a storyteller. I write and hope that others may see their stories in what I write. This is how I touch other souls. Connection.
Yes, I need to get reminded that I am a but a speck in a vast creation.
I seek to find the extraordinary in the mundane. At times I have failed and have learned to do better. A few times I have reached success. My journey is endless.
I am an artist.