With the fiscal cliff threatening our futures, politicians who won't work together, guns, violence, and flu bugs filling up the hospital emergency rooms, I realize that now is the time to hold hands so we can all become "one".
Strong women hold hands, weak women let go...strength is in numbers and not lost in egos; strength is apologizing as well as forgiving; strength is honesty; strength is doing what is right even if it we won't be the winners. This is the very essence of love and virtue.
I am currently holding the hands of many, big and small, ill, healthy, young, old and even furry. I refuse to let go. They are the fire inside my furnace of creativity.
I am currently working on sewing a few pair of pants and some t-shirts for "the 3 Amigos" as well as a few small stamping projects for friends. These cloth and paper projects are keeping my mind off the news and my three week old cough.
I have had these projects laid out in my studio and on my to-do list for months but the inspiration was just not there even though the desire was. Cloth, paper, paint, ink, whatever your medium sometimes creative blocks take hold.
Creativity can be illusive, cold and dark with no one to turn to, but over the years I have found that listening to my heart and waiting out the dark, my patience will be rewarded. Creativity will burst forth and the projects in my mind will become more than I could have ever imagined. The hard part is waiting out the dark, that is when we need to hold hands with one another, share a cup of coffee, tell a story or two until the darkness descends and the light rises to the top. Believe me when I tell you, it is worth the wait!
So as we find our way through the noise that the media has created, the fiscal mess the banks, wallstreet, and our government have made and refuse to make it right for their customers and constituents, as the colds, flu bugs, runny noses, coughs and winter doldrums send us into that place called "cabin fever", I ask that you hold my hand so that I can hold yours. We will get through this; we will prevail and before you know it the days will become longer, the shadows shorter and spring will burst forth with new and wonderful ideas so that the dead of winter turns into a distant memory.
There is a creative answer to the place we are all standing in. Someone will find it; someone will share it; others will spread the word and all we need to do is hold hands, hold tight and listen with an open mind and heart.
Wishing you a day where the sun streams in your window with dust particles dancing about like fairies at a winter wonderland party hosted by Jack Frost!
Laura Anne and Bella Boo
