Posts Tagged ‘optimism’

The Scary Month

October 4, 2017

I love Halloween. I love the scary movies, candy corn, costumes and bat jewelry. This year, however, the month is starting out more scary than I’d like. It seems a little sacrilegious to indulge in horror movies when the whole world is living in one.

That’s the origin of Halloween, the acknowledgement that life is pretty darn scary. People have always created rituals to help with fear, ease grief, share joy. How those rituals change over the generations is a testament to humanity’s willingness to adapt, and to its stubborn optimism that the future is worth the effort.

That’s where artists (including writers) help the most. We’re blindingly optimistic, even when our inner critic is screaming at how unworthy we are. We still create. We adapt to all sorts of things – new technology, art trends, the rising cost of our favorite media. We find a way to create.

Healing a wounded world won’t be easy, or cheap, and we may never know if our approach is the best. Do what you can. Do it with love. Take the scary month, the scary year, the scary life, and make your own rituals to cope, to thrive. Be artist strong.

Looking for beauty in the dark

Luck and wisdom!

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Legacy

August 12, 2015

This is my 300th weekly post. Three hundred weeks of saying, “I’m cleaning up my sewing room, starting tomorrow.”

And the stacks, they are a-growin'

And the stacks, they are a-growin’

Probably won’t happen.

I imagine my legacy will include written instructions not to turn my favorite batik into a clown costume, but it will also include memories of my unquenchable optimism that there is indeed enough time left in the universe to organize my sewing room. Then there will be the UFOs.

Paint, a stamp, blank fabric - what more could I want?

Paint, a stamp, blank fabric – what more could I want?

Someone may wonder what I intended to do with this grouping of leaves. That’s a very good question. Let me know if you’ve got an answer I can borrow.

I hope I won’t have too many UFOs that elicit the blank stare followed by, “Oh no, she didn’t.” That’s what happened when I tried to rinse out what I expected to be disappearing marking pen from my grandmother’s embroidery UFO. Turns out it is there-until-the-stars-grow-cold ballpoint ink.

Oh yes, she did

Oh yes, she did

Time to add some beads, I guess, or perhaps ribbon embroidery. Or maybe I’ll leave it as a warning to myself that some shortcuts really don’t work.

Luck and wisdom!