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  • Writer's pictureJan Avellana

As a treat, I enjoy going into my friend and co-worker's classroom to soak in all his creative energy. Visiting his classroom is the same as walking an art studio--same vibes, same works in progress laying here and there, and yes, same comforting messes.

There is a connection that exists between artists, no matter how disparate those artists and their creative endeavors might seem. There is something about living through the creative process that creates a sense of community, much like labor and birth connects all mothers. The creative process knits us together, a web of knowing in the intimate sense, what its like to be a creator.

I am welcomed into this sacred space every single time, as if I belong there. In this teaching community where I've often felt like an outsider, Mr. T's classroom is a small haven on campus, reminding me of what can still be, and sometimes, to mourn what was lost.

Today, I am buried under a huge heap of "NEED TO DO NOWS" real life stuff that has me gasping for air! BUT, my blue bird of happiness is my creative life that is slowly being resuscitated (I had to Google that spelling).

Spring break is next week (HOORAY!!!) and one of the things I'm looking forward to doing is cleaning my wee art space--just a desk really--and sitting in that darn chair that only has second chance clothes piled up on it right now. It's such a small act of courage and hope that it's almost not worth mentioning, but it is. Because it's these tiny, microscopic steps that will lead me back toward a fuller creative life--of this I am certain.

What teensy steps are you taking today towards a more fulfilling life? Do tell! I'm right there with ya!

  • Writer's pictureJan Avellana

Has it really been almost a year since I blogged here? I'm still here! This spot on the internet is one little space I've left open for my creative self to exist, to come and visit from time to time. It's not much, but it's also everything on some days, you know?

Lately, there have been late night stirrings, a call to come back to my art practice in some form. So I've been writing some, and sketching some, but not sharing much with the world yet. And I've begun to dream bits of new arty dreams.

I have to push aside the feelings and trolls that tell me it's too little, too late, and instead lean into the kinder voices asking, "What would be fun?!" and "What would you like to do?!"

So I'm letting myself explore and play and dream again. And art or words (or maybe both!) will be born, I'm sure of it, in due time. But for now, I'm gestating and feeling mighty peaceful about it all for a change! Stay tuned for all of the goodness yet to come--my best work is still ahead of me!

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