Sunday Mornings are my sacred time, the time when I re-group and focus on my Self. I reflect on my journey and my purpose, on the people that I have connected to in this life, and how we all impact one another. This is when the vast majority of my ideas are born, when my intuitive self is most confident in my direction. Inspirations and images flow through me with ease, sometimes so fast I have to write them hurriedly in my worn dog-eared notebooks of artwork that is yet to become. Each thought or concept is a Seed to be planted. Each one to be symbolically created either to encourage me through my own life or to be the hand that holds another's during their journey. Isn't that why we are all here? To help one another through this life? To stand with one another? As my life has evolved, this is the way in which my compassion for others has transformed. And. ...this is the way that my compassion for my Self has transformed. I try to infuse this love ...
Contemporary Folk Art and Spirit Dolls from the Blue Ridge Mountains by Jeanne Fry