Wylde Women, 9" tall, hand-made, unique, collectible, ceramic wall sculpture by Tammy Vitale

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(In real time it is Tuesday, March 6 – the dog just came and asked to go outside, so I bundled up and went out and was rewarded with 4 daffodils that have already bloomed – I picked them and brought them inside.  It’s too cold out there.)

Today I will have a whole day of Dreaming Big.  That is what this retreat is all about.  I have no idea what I will be dreaming.  I had hoped to hear before I left about the job that I applied for but that keeps getting put off.  So I will dream big about Dreams that fit any life style.  I did morning pages about that yesterday, how work and art are compatible in that work can buy the supplies that make the art that doesn’t have to be sold.  Like Megan, who I am taking my sweet time with.  Or the one layer covered big piece out of wire – trying to figure out whether to spend the money on more plaster cloth or use that as a basis for something else:  concrete?  Something that can go outside and will form a good base for clay shards and mosaics.  Jobs bring in the money and make me think about what I want to do, allow ideas to bubble and percolate.  It could be good.  Or if I don’t get it, then I have even more time to work toward being just and only a successful artist.  I have left it up to the Universe to take care of the details of my life.  Me – I’m off dreaming.

thought for the day:  Skeptics like me don’t often encounter miracles.  When we do, we don’t trust them.  Nor can we accept them for what they are – gifts.  We need to take them apart, analyze the pieces.  we need to know what they mean.  I came to be almost driven to find an explanation for the wonderful Willow Glen Writing Group.  What was it about this new writing group that was so fine?…Jean Emerson, A Little Help From Your Friends:  A Guide for Small Writing Groups