I held her hand 3 days before my Mama passed away. She had
been battling ovarian cancer for a year. “I think my painting days are over.”
She said. I had no response because what do you say to someone who will be
leaving this world within days? Those words packed such a wallop for me.
Original acrylic mountain scene by Barbara Whitlock (my sweet Mama)
I’ve been holding myself back now for quite sometime. I just
looked back in my blog posts and found several places that I have conveyed a
longing to be an artist.
In March 2010 I wrote this:
I had a dream as a child and held it
into my teen years. Somewhere along the way I lost it. I thought I wasn't good
enough. I wanted to be an artist. We all know I love to create, but I feel like
what I am creating at the moment is superficial and not from my heart. I don't
know how I lost the dream. Maybe I didn't get enough positive reinforcement or
somewhere along the way I just gave up. Since I lost Mom, I realize I want to
return to the dream some 20 or so years later, but am unsure how. Fear grips me and I
wonder if I have the courage. I watch my 7 year old create with wild abandon,
not caring what others think and I encourage her everyday to continue on, for I
know it feeds her soul. I know what it is like to lose that and I don't want her
to do the same. She inspires me to step out and try and she has no idea that
she does this. She is amazing.
Lately I have been very attracted to
mixed media paintings. My love for paper and mod podge is longing to be
combined with a little bit of paint and lettering on canvas or wood. I am sure
this is God whispering to my soul and I have much to share. Still unsure how to
proceed, but hopefully the block will move soon or I will have the strength and
courage with God's help to move it myself and push forward.”
It is now May of 2013. Not much has
changed on the creative front. The 7 year old is 10 and still creating with wild abandon. The 5 year old is almost 8 and is blossoming into quite an artist herself . And we’ve added a little 19 month boy into the busy mix. Everyday, I
rush about. tending to my children, my husband, and my household duties.
Everyday I push aside the deep longing to sit down and create something. Every
night, I go to sleep knowing I didn’t start my journey to my dream. Time
marches on and my mother’s words ring in my ears, “I think my painting days are
over."
Original doodle by Lanie J.
How can I teach my children to follow their dreams if I am
not following mine? How can I honor my mother’s legacy if I don’t use the gift
that she has passed down to me? How can I release myself from a cage of fear I
have created if I don’t feel the fear and do it anyway? What if I don’t answer
the call to my soul?
I really want to live Erma Bombeck’s quote:
Print by Lori McDonough of Whimsy Studios
I am positive
this deep longing that I have is a call from God. He is going to keep nudging
me and I will continue to be in pain (I have no other word to describe it)
until I answer the call and use this gift to touch the lives of others. It’s
time to open the door to the cage that I have created for myself. It is time to
stop making excuses and make time to be what I truly want to be… an artist.
This post is part of a brave blogging link-up that's part of Liv Lane's
How To Build a Blog You Truly Love ecourse. As a participant, I was challenged
to step outside my comfort zone and share something with you that felt
especially brave. You can see what others have written by clicking here.
