I’m fortunate to be many things in my life: A daughter, a wife, a sister, a mother, a friend, a collaborator, a student, a teacher…
But my favorite so far has been Cici, the name I’m called by my three grandchildren.
Each and every time I’m with them, splashing in puddles, painting with smocks on, or reading stories, I’m flooded with love, with gratitude, and a deep remembering of how to play -- how to experience wonder, curiosity, and happiness each and every day.
I was recently at my daughters’, reading with her and her two little ones. The book was Goodnight, Hattie, My Dearie, My Dove, illustrated by my 5th grade art teacher, Linda Strauss Edwards.
I was instantly transported back to 11-year old Cindy, enamored with the idea of illustrating childrens’ books; inspired by my teacher who was out there creating.
While it’s not the path I ended up following, aside from a whirlwind and wonderful trip to NYC years ago with my husband and kids to have my sketches reviewed by the Society of Children's Book Writers + Illustrators, Linda was a positive force in my life who saw my potential, helped stoke my fire, and encouraged me to follow my passion.
Sitting on the floor in my granddaughter’s room, I felt the rush of wonder; of curiosity; of happiness that used to envelope me when creating art as a child.
I could confidently say I was an artist in the 5th grade.
I can also say that somewhere along the line, that confidence as an artist fell as other priorities took over.
As I’ve reclaimed myself as an artist over the last few years, I’ve thought deeply about the influences I’ve had; about the myriad positive forces I’ve been blessed with.
I’m reminded that a “random” act of kindness can transform a life; that a positive piece of encouragement can change someone’s thoughts of themselves; that paying attention to an individual can alter how they pay attention to themselves.
My calling is to be that person for others — to see their potential, help stoke their fires, and encourage them to follow what brings them joy.
I may not have a large platform or space on a bestseller list, but I know if I keep touching people with my light and love, even just one at a time, it will spread.
During a deep group meditation on Monday evening, I was visited by three distinct women from my life.
The first, a student I had in a painting class I teach who’s since passed and is with us in spirit; the second, a 5th grader whose class I spoke to years ago who was hugely impacted by art in her life; the third, a phenomenal fine artist with whom I’ve been exploring the idea of her illustrating maps as a way to expand her passions.
As always, upon coming out of the meditation, we’re encouraged to share what transpired for us.
For me, it was clear: Yes, I paint for me. But the finished painting isn’t what’s important.
What’s important is the acts of kindness and generosity done along the way.
I may not be able to silence the naysayers in others’ lives, but I can be the light that fortifies them so their resilience can shine.
I can give myself space to experience wonder, curiosity, and happiness each and every day, so that I might help others do the same.
I know you can, too.
Spread your light. Show your love. Share your gratitude. Create what brings you joy.
And remember, if just one person sees that light; feels that love; hears that gratitude; is inspired to create by what you’ve made…
This world will be an infinitely better place.
P.S. I believe that art is an active piece of any home, and the goal of mine is to bring more light into yours this year. Dance on over to the shop, where you can take 23% off all paintings through the end of this calendar year. Just use the code THANKS23 💛