Shinin' the Light.

I belong to a LifeMakeover Group. That's a group of women going through, chapter by chapter the book, "Life Makeovers" by Cheryl Richardson. It just so happens that this particular LMO group only has me and one other person in it. Deva Kelli and I are like separate trains runnin' on parallel train tracks. She "gets" every word that comes out of my mouth and I'm always amazed that the words coming out of hers are exactly what my soul was already feeling or needed to hear. Anyway, we talk more about Mama Gena than we do Life Makeovers but this week we decided to be "caught up" to chapter 23 which is called "Shine the Light."


The take action challenge in this chapter is to shine a bright light on a secret dream. Take it out of the closet, shake the dust off, and make some kind of declaration about it.  I've been slowly trying to do just that to a couple of friends, my husband, and here on this blog. But to shine the full force of the sun on my sweet moldy little dream feels like standing naked in Grand Central Station.

So here goes...

I've been, with some trepidation and reluctance, begun practicing referring to my Self as an "artist." I recently announced I'm taking on the new official part/full time job of being such an animal and seeing where that takes me. For years people have been telling me "your signs are so cute," "you're so talented," "you should have a website," "you should be in craft fairs," "you should sell you work." Blah blah blah. I either didn't really take them, or me, seriously or I just didn't know where to start.

Here's where I want it to take me. I'd like to have my signs/chairs/toolboxes, etc. in about 5-10 different locations in the state at any given time. I'd like to "show" in a couple of art fairs each year. I'd like being an artist to be so successful that I don't have to work for anyone else. But here's the big part. The part that's really coming out of the closet.

I'd like to run/own/operate one of those adorable seasonal boutiquey craft fairs that operates for 3-4 weekends in a row 3-4 times a year. One that brings together the beautiful artplay of beautiful women who make things especially for other beautiful women. It's called "Pomegranates." It lives in an antique barn, or maybe a funky grange hall, or maybe someone's guest house or over sized tool shed.

Have to admit that I didn't know I had this part of the dream until I met Deva Kelli and she told me her dream is to run a boutique  but didn't know how running a full time retail shop would work with her being a full-time mother of three and I actually suggested that she try the "seasonal boutique" thought on for size.  The more I thought about it for her, the more I wanted it for me. And for Pete's sake the universe is big enough for both of us, isn't it?

Well, the light is shining. Not sure what to do with it next. Guess I'll just head back into the studio and paint the crap out of some more boards.

Red is scary sometimes.

In Grace,

Kell