January Letters

I find myself in a place where my energy is siphoned in other directions. I know exactly how Bilbo felt in The Fellowship of the Rings when he said, "I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread." I don't feel creative. I can hear that small voice whispering "why bother?" and other negative things. This project is a welcome balm. I hope the doing reignites the feelings of creativity. I hope to be able to dance as fast as I must but enjoy the small space of time each week. That's my goal. To have fun and to keep the commitment. January is completed. (-: A D A I

I am also enjoying seeing all of your beautiful creations. I can feel the stirrings in the fingers to try this or that. For now, the familiar is comfortable.