I have just finished my 2nd full reading of Big Magic  by Elizabeth Gilbert, and it has lost nothing in the time span of 2015 to now. New underlines (new life experience in between will of course make different pieces pop out). Probably more important now than then since I still had my clay studio – had not yet downsized, etc. She talks about the impetus to create and the result not mattering. Since I”m currently involved in repair and maintenance of old old and older quilts, this makes so much sense to me. The hours and hours here will do nothing but preserving things that have meaning to *me* and possibly to my kids/gkids at some point – no guarantee. But working at 71 on the quilt that my mother made for baby me is possibly the most creative act I’ve ever done.

I wish I had had this book at the beginning of my professional artist life. People bought my work, loved it and yet for me it wasn’t enough because it wasn’t totally supporting me. She speaks to that extensively in her book and what she says makes great sense. Now. I wonder if I could have “heard” it then?

“What you produce is not necessarily always sacred, I realized just because you think it’s sacred. What *is* sacred is the time that you spend working on the project, and what that time does to expand your imagination, and what that expanded imagination does to transform your life.”

Yes. More so even: HELL YES. The process is sacred. Go. Create.