A good friend came by today, a fellow artist who I see weekly in the Fall and Winter when I am living in my northern home. She’s on vacation at the moment, so we took our time. We talked, caught ourselves up on each other’s families and lives. We drank tea with lemon.
She told me of a painting she’s creating of the clouds of Jupiter, and a show coming up next month. I read her some of the back story I am writing for my book draft. Too quickly (isn’t it always) our visit was done. We hugged and said goodbye, and she left for the ferry.
My friends who paint and write are blessings in my life. More than a blessing, they are supports in my life. We trade inspiration and plans, questions and comments, successes and struggles. Our friendships are a safe space to play with our creative ideas, the ones only yet a glimmer or half-grown, as well as the ones ready for the world.
There is power in our relationships. I know I am a better artist and writer because of these women. I trust them to see what I have missed or hidden from myself, and ask me the questions that need asking. My images and words are clearer and more focussed because of these friendships. I am more courageous in what I create because I know they have my back and I have theirs.
Our visit today reminds me how essential and treasured time with friends is for me. Everything we talk of, families and art and writing, strengthens us, makes us laugh, soothes us. We help make each other whole.
Our visit today reminds me it is coming time to meet some new artist-writer friends here in my new home. Yes, find more kindred spirits, as Anne of Green Gables would say.
Thank you, Lynn and Kate. Thank you, Wren and Yvonka and Fran. You help me be the artist and writer I am.