This past weekend I had an artist reception at a nice little gallery in Kenosha called Lemon Street Gallery. I am constantly amazed by the job the people who run this gallery have done, weaving it into the life of the town. Even before 6pm people were streaming in, and we were packed until closing time. It was wonderful how friendly everyone was. I have been to several such events, and never have I felt so welcome. Conversations swirled around, people took their time looking at all the pieces and then stayed to talk~ it was fabulous.
Afterward, it was back into the studio with me to work on the next piece (this one). How did it happen, that I get to do this? I am so lucky. Sometimes I get all worried about things like, oh, I don’t know, making a living. Making enough. Somehow though, it always turns out just fine. I think following a dream is like that. My part of it is to do the best work I know how to do, and stay tuned in to the Divine who guides my steps. Which isn’t to say there aren’t dark scary nights when I’m filled with doubts and fear. It is hard to wait for the next step to become clear.
I found myself thinking, “If I could just sell a painting, I would be so happy.” And I did, and I was. Until the thought, “It isn’t enough! I need more sales!!!” arrived. And all of the joy from the reception started to evaporate until I caught myself doing that. I realized that I could just decide, “I’m happy. I’m already there.” When I look around at my life, I am amazed. I really am. Who knows where my dream will take me next, but right now it has me surrounded by sketch books and easels, brushes and canvases, a garden and a camera~ suddenly I realize my life looks just like it did in my teen-aged daydreams! Wow, pretty great.
I hope your dreams are coming true.