My Job. . .

This is a post I had written last year, but I need reminding every once and again about my true calling. . .

I was reminded this morning of my chosen line of work. . .I have a very big responsibility every day.I hold in my hands the power to shape and change lives for generations to come. I have the ability to change history for the better--or worse. I choose better. I can teach the right things, or I can teach the popular things. I choose right. I can choose to show love or hate. I choose love.

I am a mom.

Back to Basics

I have learned that I need to keep learning

I see that I need to keep looking

I hear that I need to keep listening

I have been reading, searching the internet, looking at magazines, watching TV, trying to find ideas, inspiration, that 'something' to get me started on the next project (not that I have finished any of the last dozen or so. . .).

This evening it finally hit me. I need to stop looking at what others are doing for a moment, and think about who I am, where I come from, and what my art should be. Don't get me wrong, everything I have seen out here is amazing! All of these incredibly intelligent creative women who seem to be able to continually produce wonderful works of art, either in artwork, cooking and baking, or entertaining and hospitality are fun to follow in blogland.

I just need to follow myself for a bit.

I have been overwhelmed and I need to simplify. Perhaps to listen to that still, small voice that tells me who I am created to be and what I am to create. . .