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art, Christianity, creating, emotions, motherhood, parenting, sewing, thoughts on life, writing
Creative space.
It’s when you have a vision of something yet unmade. Unmade, but complete. The whole picture is in your mind. You know with exact detail what will be the outcome of your efforts. You know unmade and you know made. In between, though? Maybe you are not so sure about the in between. Even still…
You begin because you see the end.
Creative space.
It’s when you have an idea. Something you want to try. You are not sure what will come of it, but you know it needs to be done. Then one thing leads to the next. You explore further, still not 100% sure where you are going. Each step is the right step, even the ones in which you back-track. You are never lost. You never go the wrong way. Because eventually you find what was waiting to be discovered.
You arrive because you journeyed.
Creative space.
It’s when you can’t don’t want to sleep. When you forget to eat. It’s when there’s excitement over the possibilities and an ache at the thought of not making an attempt. It’s when time passes unnoticed, but when every moment matters. It’s when you are in your own little world because the real world’s too crowded. Or too busy. It’s when there’s a beautiful mess of emotions. A staggering assurance. Loving rage. Bold insecurity. Kind envy. It’s where chaos and construction collide. It’s in the beginning and it’s without end–almost. You can put a stop to it if you don’t enter.
Creative space.
For my daughter, my most recent beautiful mess.
My daughter in her creative space, another beautiful mess.
