I grew up with words, with books, with stories and
pictures filling my soul with beauty and longing. I grew up reading poetry in the crook of a weeping
willow tree whose branches fell to the ground making a tent for my imagination and
the echo of the sound of my small voice.
I grew up loving the sound and feel of words and believing that words
make a difference. I grew up longing to
find a space, a place, a tiny creative corner that needed only me to fill it.
As Anne-Marie, MK, Shari and I began to meet
together to discuss our desire to form a creative collaborative, I began to see
the possibilities that my longing for a creative tribe was finally being realized.
Here were the hearts and souls who had a space for me, a place to share my
words, thoughts and ideas, a place to flesh out my words with paints and paper,
with canvas and collage, with tree bones and treasures. It is with great joy that I share my first
post on the Poets & Painters blog. I
hope that you will be encouraged to find your own tribe and to create from that
deep space in your soul that rings with the sound of tinkling bells, leaves
whispering softly and the rhythmic pounding of the drum. The place where you hear your own voice
calling you to trust yourself and those in your creative tribe.
Poets
& Painters
February
18th, 2013
And
so we take our first steps –
the
four of us and our mascot,
Penelope,
a small, blown glass pig
with
pink wings to remind us that we’ll fly.
In
Greek her name ‘pene’ means the
horizontal
threads or weft of a
tapestry
and ‘ops’ which means
the
face and eye. Our journey
will
be one of discovering
and
weaving the threads of our
four
gifts together to create
a
tapestry that will reveal the
brilliant
colors of our wild souls.
