On Advent: More Than Expectancy

Very few people we meet or talk to are ever willing to name themselves creators. And some who do, defame it. All manner of reasons are given: it's unfair to those who do it well, to those who make their wage by it, to those 'called' to it, educated for it, who are welcomed around it ...

And whatever we still wrestle with in our own identity, we resist in others. Confidence, joy, creativity, making time to be and do and prioritize these aspects of our identity - all of this stirs at the deepest aches in us. In who we are.

It's meant to. It's a hunger on purpose, so that we feast on him and don't die starving ourselves of who we were meant to be. But a famished person is easily offended by someone feasting on what they most won't let themselves enjoy.

We must let ourselves enjoy....

I am guest posting at the lovely Emily's In the Hush of the Moon today. To read more of what I wrote you can click here.

{one of my artists in residence}