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Who am I? That question constantly rings in my head.

This past weekend my mother asked me to clear out a cupboard in her house, in which I have stored old art supplies. “You don’t need those anymore,” she said. “Uhhhh…..yes I do,” I replied. But when was the last time I even looked at them? What’s in that cupboard?

Today, having some extra time on my hands, I decide to wade in. There are my beloved paints. And magazines for collaging. And beads and glue.

I remember: Being in my 20s, having spent a total of 3 months in the social work field, I decided rather firmly, “This is not for me!” I quit my “secure” job with the Children’s Aid and dropped into the black hole of mystery. I was without a job, without direction, and lost for a long, LONG time. Yet somehow in that time, I always had enough money to buy art supplies. I would find things to paint – cheap clay pots, wooden forms, Christmas decorations. I would see a candle holder and consider how much nicer it would look with beads. I was in love with mosaic. It was about colour, focus, celebration and creation. Art kept me buoyant when Life threatened to sink me.

When I was 40, I received the call asking me to run my first Yoga classes. And my life became Yoga and “making a business of it”. Save for the streaks in my hair, the colours got boxed and stored away. Magazines were stored “just in case” I had to run a retreat…..which only happened once……4 years ago!

Today, looking at the paint on my fingertips, something in me moved.

WHO AM I????

She’s boxed, but she’s not dead.

May we all find what we once buried alive, that still begs for air.  May we continue to bring beauty into this world.  May we be free.

Amen.

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