Make it and the oppertunity will come.

Just over a year ago a friend and I traveled ( by force, she lovingly would not let me say no) for a two day Mommies retreat up into the Prescott Arizona Mountains.
Being the gregarious soul that I am I had visited this sweet gallery twice.
I began to converse with a Dear Woman by the name of Myra.
She and I hit it off and the center was immediate for a friendship .
She too had been marked in the world as "unique".
The world is not very nice about that.
My friend Michelle, that had taken me away for the rest, her and I are both novelist.
With hers just short of publishing as we speak. Visit her here.

Myra is unable to read and asked me to read my writing to her.
I told her how my beloved had been encouraging me into the arts of my soul, as to be better balance. For I had poured my life out at that point, to a ruin of my health.
She told me to bring in a few of my items and perhaps I might have a shelf in one of her cases.
A couple of months prior to this, I had a vision ( I saw myself doing it and so I did it) of working all the items possible to pour into a creative outlet all things within me. I did so . I returned to the mountains a week or so later with a large stash of items with me. I thought that she would receive a few things at most.
She continued clear out and to give me two entire display cases. She walked to the front and emptied the one by the door. She received EVERYTHING I made. I spent a quiet day itemizing and labeling everything. I went up to the gallery several times. It gave me an opportunity to rest. I love to drive and to just visit with my Abba Pappa God. I would have my lunch at a little cafe that has a gazebo. I returned home refreshed an accomplished.
Now Myra told me of the Event that was about to transpire. She had set up a Northern State Dyslexia Conference and children's event for two weeks out. We took the children up and enjoyed a great display of various artists and speakers. My friend Myra is in her 50's and has lived with such severe dyslexia all of her life that she was set aside. If you could see the water colored with pen and ink YOU WOULD BE FLOORED!
I have dyslexia and have been set aside in so many ways.
Dyslexia and other childhood challenges have caused me to be so amazingly creative that I don't think I turned out so bad :) I can not keep a work a day kind of outside life thats alright. I never really wanted too. I have the life I always dreamed of, prayed and wished for.

Many of these items are gone now, a few I even kept for myself. I have all the beads that I ("candy store") dreamed for. There are so many more I would love to have. :) Ha!
I have met so many wonderful folks doing my art, whether it be this or soft sculpture, sewing or ceramics or.....whatever moves me to create. It is fun. I am looking forward to perusing it again as the kids interventions settle. Although I am no longer home schooling, I am still very active in their learning process. Like community however If I do not have balance I get empty. I learned this lesson this time. I have so wanted to create again. I have just been too tired. I have made several lanyards for pediatric nurses this summer. The joy of a good opportunity to add a little beauty where ever I tread is a delight to me.