This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]"). But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.
For every card sent by a child $5 will be raised for immigrant legal aid.
Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
Here's my idea: I give away five postcards featuring my art and in return you use them to advocate for the end of the horrific child-separation policy.
It turns out a happy, creative parent is a better parent. (Especially when puffy paint is involved.)
.[T]he universe is looking for collaborators because creation's not finished. It's not something that happened in seven days and ended. It's an ongoing story that we're part of.
Permission for you, and for you, and for you! Let's play!
Are you a fan of The Artist’s Way?
I thought I had writer's block. For three months (almost) I despaired that the writing gods had gone away and it was officially over. No more. All hope was lost. What I did not see (or more accurately, did not want to see) was that I was avoiding my truth.
Are you asking yourself this question?