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Create and Follow Your Breadcrumbs

create and follow your breadcrumbs

Create and Follow Your Breadcrumbs…? Follow mine below to discover what I mean.

March 1999

I’ve been working (playing) at writing down these thoughts about each Fragment and I’ve just had a really moving revelation. I still can’t put it into words yet, but something important is happening during this process.

Strangely enough, this physical feeling occurred inside right before I laid eyes on this piece and when I saw it, it really expressed visually what I was feeling at that moment. I may need to keep this one. It may have more to say.

(words written on the back of the above Fragment)

May 2008

Now, almost 10 years later, I know what that feeling was. I know what this Fragment was trying to tell me. I had found my voice. I had found what I had been searching for, for over 40 years, and it was staring me in the face. I had created what was in my soul.

After 10 years, this voice wearies, has grown hoarse and weak. I still love what it says but I am ready for more. I know that it will not take another 40 years for my voice to emerge again, but it does take time. I think I am doing exactly what needs to be done ~ even the cleaning. The process of finding and going through and sorting the accumulations of the past 10 years, the notes, ideas, journals, art and materials that have accompanied me on my journey is for sure a step on the way to my next revelation.

These revelations don’t come to you if you just sit and wait for them. As I have known all along, you must keep moving, taking the next step, even though you do not know why or where it leads. I am making some major changes in my life. Actually the changes are exactly what I wrote down as goals to achieve, changes that I wanted to occur. But the changes will occur in a completely different manner than I thought.

Rule #1, be very, very specific in saying/visualizing what you want. What I find amazing is how much the 1999 Fragments echo the journey I am on now. Looking them over is like reading a guidebook – a trusted guidebook.

March 2013

Fourteen years have passed since I created that Fragment and recorded my insight on the back. Five years since I revisited it and wrote the words above. I have been taking those next steps, still not sure where they will lead, but take them I do. I have learned to trust my gut, to listen to my intuition and to look for signs along the journey. I have not been steered wrong.

June 2017

And here I am again, revisiting, remembering, re-evaluating – following the breadcrumbs that lead back to the beginning of this artist’s journey. Not only my artist’s voice, but my voice has become stronger over the years. Always trusting my heart and, to borrow a well-worn phrase, following my star, has taken me to a place I would not, could not, have conceived of 18 years ago. I had no grand plan, yet a divine one was always unfolding.

The above Fragment is still speaking to me. I can see how consistent my vision has been all these years, how my color story has not changed. I still favor what I call planned serendipity or structured randomness in my composition and design. The #3 and the circle have appeared more times than I can count in the last 18 years, along with the graphic appeal of black & white and polka dots.

This recording and making meaning from my thoughts, actions, fears, doubts and artistic expressions, my striving, my failing, the getting lost and finding myself again (many times), is such a valuable tool.

I am grateful that I have these records of my journey to look back on. Breadcrumbs to mark my trail, but also to lead me back home to myself lest I forget where my home is.

When you learn to love and to let yourself be loved,
you come home to the hearth of your own spirit
You are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging.
John O’Donohue

Yes, I have doubted. I have wandered off the path,
but I always return. It is intuitive, an intrinsic,
built-in sense of direction. I seem always to find my way home.
Helen Hayes

Home is where your story begins.
Annie Danielson

How about you? Do you keep a record of your journey? If yes, take some time this week to look it over, to come home again to yourself.

And if not, why not take the time to start now? It’s never too late to find your way home.

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