One year ago, I felt like I had lost my spirit and my sense of Spirit. I had worked so hard to find her before, and it was as if she had slipped through my fingers again. I was in a deep depression and often felt like darkness was encroaching.
As the months went by, I searched and found spirit in small moments: through moments in nature, through dance, through painting, through wrapping wire around stones. The frequency of those moments grew, fed by my desire to build a new life for myself. It was new, and at the same time, it had its roots in my childhood, when my artroom was my main playground. I decided that it was time to truly commit to my art. It was time to follow the path that I had hesitated to take time after time, thinking that I should perhaps pursue something else.
Now, a year later, I have more moments of discovery. My life is a process of seeking and finding my own spirit, and the greater Spirit around me. Art is, and has always been, a part of my life. Life is art. I seek, I lead, I create, and I follow.
Seeking Spirit Designs 