Creative juices

I have been creating something for as long as I can remember. On the farm growing up, I would sit in our yard and sketch Mt. Hood, over and over and over. I mostly would take moss and twigs, acorns, rocks, seed pods, dried flowers, anything in nature and glue till I had created a master piece. My poor mom, I wonder how many 'treasures' I brought to her that she had to discreetly dispose of lest my feeling got hurt.

All through jr. high and high school I took home-ec. I made a lot of my own clothes, something I haven't done in years, though I did sew for my girls when they were younger. I also took drawing, not my fort', calligraphy, and ceramics. My hands were always making something.

I wanted to be a fashion designer, till I saw how much the schooling was.Then I thought of being a window dresser, you know like Rhoda Morgenstern from the Mary Tyler Moore show. But, then I would have to live in the city. I didn't want to live in the city. So, I went to bible school for a year, then a year later got married and started having babies. That was pretty creative in itself, some of my best work! Most of the homes we lived in were small and all my art and craft supplies were relegated to boxes in the closet. When I could I would convert an extra closet or small room into my space, but that was a rare occasion. So that meant, that when I wanted to create, I would take over the dining room table, which also meant having to clean it up for meals. Dale for most of our married life was able to come home for lunch each day, which was great, except when I wanted to make a mess on the table. My new home affords me with a real room just for me to create up a storm.

Okay, so it is really use to be a garage, a very small garage for a very small car. It isn't a big room, but it houses 2 desks, a treadle sewing machine, a bookcase, small computer desk and a storage unit. Yep, you guess it, wall to wall furniture, but I like it, even if the walls are pepto-bismal pink. It's last resident was a wee girl of not yet two, who's name is Maryjane.

It is wonderful to have all my supplies out and ready at hand, but there has been one small glitch in all this, I have had no real creative juice since Dale's passing. I have tried, but there has been no desire, no energy to try. Yet, my soul has been screaming out, 'make something, make something'. Making my bed has been about as creative as I have been. But a change came yesterday, simply by reading a new magazine I found that is about women and the spaces they create in. It stirred something inside, and today, I started two projects, one is a prototype for an idea, the other was a necklace for Alyssum. It felt good to get glue and ink on my fingers again, to go through boxes, and jars, and tins looking for that one thing to finish off the project. It was very freeing, it felt normal, it felt right.

I can't even begin to know what the Lord felt like at the time of creation. Making everything by just a word, the spken word. holding all things by the power of His word. No glue, ink, watercolors, no erasers, nothing at all. My mind can't grasp that. I guess I'm not suppose to, I reckon that's were faith comes in. My creating is just a thumb nail to what He has done. He has put it in me to create, I consider that an honor. Nothing I do will touch what He has done, but if it keeps me sane and blesses someone else, than I believe I have done what I have been purposed to do. For that I will be grateful. For that I will create.