To you who sees beauty, both within—and hidden behind—this world.
… who is moved by leaves quivering in the wind before a storm.
… who feels what is real versus pretense in another, when they walk into a room—and who loves their realness, even when it is masked.
… who stops to help a lost dog find her way home, and who loves more deeply than she can express.
To you, whose alignment with her inner compass is strong and true.
… whose creativity flutters like the wings of butterflies, with too many ideas to catch in the net of her mind.
… whose focus on an object, or an idea, makes her lose all sense of time, as she captures her vision—in words, in paint, in clay—in her chosen art form.
I know that a fierce love fuels your particular genius.
I know that when you are fully present and engaged, your calling to create is a kind of prayer.
I know that you create from a deep place, tapped into the mysteries and potentials of the unseen world.
I know that your need—to express how you experience the world—allows us to see through the lens of your unique spirit.
To the wild, sensitive, creative soul reading these words: Thank you!
Your sensitivity is like a finely-tuned violin; what touches those strings brings forth a song that only you can sing for us.
You were born to do this—to share your voice, your mind, and your passion!
The world needs your gifts.