As the Winter Solstice approaches, I am trying to place my attention on holding the light..as I feel the dark moving into my body and soul.
It is a time to move into the deep of the night and to take time to dream my life anew. With the New Year comes change and it is time for reevaluating direction and remembering to follow dreams put on hold.
Encaustic on foam core.
"Follow your Dreams"
I am revisiting the places, people, and blogs where I find inspiration to guide me towards the light.
I love Lanie Gerity's Artist's Happiness Challenge and her Secrets for a Happy Artist's Life.
14 Secrets for a Happy Artists Life. Here they are.
Find 3 good things every day, whether they are experiences, or objects or both.
Find a way to use them in art.
Make everything special. Embellish you life.
Look for Fairy God-mothers and Angels.
Be ready for experiences that will delight and surprise you.
Play more often. Look for smiling faces.
Wish everyone a happy life.
Find something to love about where you are every day.
Make art everyday.
Create time for yourself.
Honor thy grandmothers as much as possible.
Play with the grandchildren as much as possible.
Create beauty wit what you have on hand.
Mare art with friends. Make art as gifts.
Create a list of secrets for a happy life and pass it on.
So please pass this on...I too am making a list for a happy life.
Happy and Blessed Solstice to All
HOLD THE LIGHT!!!
HOLDING THE LIGHT
Encaustic mixed media. 3"x5" on masonite panel
Available for purchase on my etsy store.
I have just come across this wonderful poem about the winter solstice
and I just have to add it here. Enjoy....
So, the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - Listen!!
All the long echoes sing he same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Susan Cooper, The Shortest Day