*dancingbare

Summer's End, Beginning Again

What is it about late August that provokes melancholy and excitement at once. With a move added to that I get the flavours with extra spice.

My home of the past four years has been sold and I will be moving on August 31st to a great new place, second floor, more light, old victorian house, attic studio to come.
This is one of those times of change that has offered more and better of what I envision for myself. I am grateful for grace and ease in finding my new home, you know just that little bit of divine ease to help break through the layers of a chrysalis of doubt and fear.

What am I doing? If I turn to the bird of death on my shoulder and ask is today my day?Am I ready to go? What is missing? I have a life full of love and do my best to live in it, and perhaps what I have lost and have learned to value creates lack of ambition at times, because sometimes it is hard to make the wordly climbing effort matter. However, creativity for it's own sake is another matter, and once I am settled I will be focusing on my gallery here and adding to it. To go knowing I had denied my own talent would be my biggest regret if today is my day. Will be in touch after the move. Much love

"words are magic, what spells are you casting?"