It started on September 15. We were celebrating Michael’s birthday, and we found ourselves walking up and down Tennyson Street a few times. It was the first time we noticed a new art supply store, Super Good Art Stuff. I’m pretty sure I even pressed my nose to the window of the closed shop, and I felt grateful to have such a perfect store, less than a mile from our house.
My enthusiastic nose pressing led Michael to choose my birthday presents, new art supplies and short workshop sessions at both the Art Students League of Denver and Lighthouse Writers. I’d been flirting with and studiously avoiding writing and painting (for years), but enrolling in classes was a concrete step that I needed to move forward. Before each class, I’d hold my breath before crossing the threshold – would I belong? I’m grateful to write that once I stepped inside, I did belong. I do belong. It felt like I was returning home, plain and simple.
In October I ran into a friend and when she asked what was new, I started going on about ASLD and Lighthouse. She reminded me that both organizations are part of the Scientific and Cultural Facilities District. It’s an organization that deserves gratitude – SCFD makes it possible for thousands of children and adults throughout the Denver metro area to visit hundreds of cultural institutions and events. I’m looking forward to learning more about the organization, since it could be a great place to combine my love of the arts and education, in a way that helps the greater community.
Now it’s November, and I’m grateful that I’m moving forward, creating more time and space for creativity in my life. It’s far from perfect: I’m in the process of writing a book review which has triggered a major case of writer’s block; Bella decided to help me with my painting by drawing all over the bottom of my current piece; I’m still wrestling with my ongoing questions – making stuff is great, but what’s the greater vision? How do I achieve balance between process and product? Can I be satisfied with art as my evening hobby, rather than as a career?
I suppose I’m taking it all too seriously, a hard habit to break; luckily Bella just hopped into the room in her pink bunny slippers. Here, now, I’m grateful.