I have been taken hostage by my muse. Last Thursday afternoon, I could not resist the call to paint. It was SO strong that I finally had to give in, despite my original plan of writing through the day, once more. I have SO MUCH to tell you about the writing of my ‘big girl book, but for now, I have to share what happened to me during my 48-hour-creative-fever.
It was this drawing that called me to my studio. She kept begging me to paint her as I typed on my keyboard upstairs. I finally surrendered and painted her. But I eventually abandoned her. I think she knew this would transpire… I think she knew only she could make me leave my writing. What happened next, was me just giving into it: the nudge, the desire to paint something TOTALLY different. NEW. Fresh. I trusted my intuition. I unwrapped a LARGE canvas and just started splashing colour on it. Bright, cheerful hues. And, in the end, I was left with this.
The following day, the power was out. My plans for working on my computer seemed mute. It was going to take a minimum of four hours before we had electricity again, according to the people. Sure, I could have worked a little on my story until my computer ran out of power, but I thought maybe this power outage was a sign for me to finally unplug for a whole day and head down to my studio like I used to do before I began working full-time on my book. So, I did. While I was cold and not caffeinated, I continued to paint by candlelight. And paint. And, well, PAINT. I could not paint fast enough.
The result is a WHOLE NEW BODY OF WORK that I am calling My Secret Garden. Maybe it’s because this has been the LONGEST winter EVER with record snowfalls and cold temperatures and it feels like the snow will be here until June. Maybe it’s because I wish I had a green thumb and could grow tiny plants in my home, waiting for the grounds to thaw. Maybe it’s because my heart cannot go one more day seeing white or grey because I long to walk in the woods and feel the sun on my face, without freezing my nose or my toes.
Like Spring, I am ready for a rebirth, a new beginning and a growth spurt of sorts. I’m learning to surrender to all those things that are taking so long, like the changes of the seasons. I am giving thanks to the gifts that Mother Nature is always giving me, no matter how much it may seem otherwise. Because, in my desperate want and hunger for Spring, I have created my very own garden.
I hope you will love them as much as I do.
I hope they’ll help you believe that even the darkest days can can bring you the greatest hope.
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love danielle xox