Monday, June 30, 2014
I am being pulled to do something.
But with the soulful pull comes Resistance, which rears its ugly head as self-doubt - the easiest hook.
"You are not educated enough! You don't have the proper credentials! Why would the world want you? You couldn't help because you don't TRULY understand."
But I have agreed to pursue it anyway.
I believe in the power of creativity.
Creativity is a place to pause and a place to discover, a place to move through.
It has helped me muddle through grief and lead me depression.
It has helped captured moments of great joy and allowed my mind to rest by simply watching a colored pencil move back and forth on the paper.
I am being pulled to provide creative opportunities for people in grief, particularly mothers grieving miscarriages, stillborns or infant loss.
It's huge. 'Tis more than I can get my head and heart around.
"God, you must have gotten me confused with someone much more qualified."
Nope. The signs keep pointing which way I am supposed to go.
I shall go.