Artist date #4: The simplicity of a park bench

How to counteract our fearful minds and my own struggle with being a mother/artist and nurturing my creativity.

One thing I’ve been trying to do lately is surround myself with who I want to become- poets, artists, and others truly committed to the creative journey. The Art Career podcast was recommended to me and I loved listening to Cheryl Strayed share about being an apprentice, astonishment syndrome, and doing everything like a mother fucker. You can listen here. 

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When we hired a babysitter to watch Noah for a few hours every week, I joked that it was going to be hard for me to actually spend that time writing instead of cleaning out the basement. Truthfully, the internal battle between keeping the house perfectly clean and nurturing my creativity is constant. Especially when it comes to taking time for a date with myself where I do something just for fun, alone. 

Tired and in need of some creative nourishment.

“In other words, if being an artist seems too good to be true to you, you will devise a price tag for it that strikes you as unpayable.”

-Julia Cameron

This quote from “The Artist’s Way” struck a chord at just the right time. Read on to hear about my mind’s attempt to make an unpayable price tag for my creativity and notes (and a drawing!) from my latest artist date.

Just a few blocks from our house, this city park bench provided an amazing pocket of calm/solitudue for my latest artist date.

I really wrote my heart out on this one and I’d love for you to read it! Updating your subscription will give you access to all my artist dates, new moon letters with creative prompts to harmonize with the astrology of the season, unpublished poetry, and more.