I think that understanding and accepting this can play SUCH a positive role in all of our lives! It's easy to look at someone else's creative flow and start comparing yourself to them. When someone is already amazing at something we're trying to be amazing at, we can perceive it as discouraging. I've definitely had times where seeing another person's creativity actually made me feel bad about myself because they seemed more developed in their process, seemingly 'better' than me at it. Those types of thought patterns are 100% ego and are very destructive to our growth as artists and as humans.
You can watch others thriving in creative abundance and let it make you feel inferior, OR you can see where they're at in their path and feel in awe, inspired by their willingness to explore that side of themselves! I look at those around me who are successful at making jewelry, or playing the guitar, or singing - the creative avenues that I love - and I now think, what can I learn from this person? How beautiful it is that they are expressing their authentic selves and boldly sharing it with us. Creativity is not a competition because nobody can ever create exactly what YOU have to offer this world. Our creativity is our way of bringing into physical existence the infinite dimension of love and beauty that dwells inside us. It's our duty to share it, bravely and honestly, free of shame and self-judgement as we learn and grow. We tend to be our own biggest critics - try to be less hard on yourself.
Instead, actively nurture your inner artist. Allow yourself to be energized and motivated by others on their unique path! There will ALWAYS be room on Earth for more expression, more art! The world is craving it!
What is your gift? Can you do something today to nourish that gift and help it be realized more fully?
Imagine. Create. Inspire.
This week has been enlightening. At the beginning of the week, I was feeling a little stressed. I had just gotten back from a two-week vacation (where I spent a little more than I needed to), only to find that my job wasn't working out. No income, no instant job prospects. Throw an upcoming apartment move into the mix and a little bit of anxiety was the result. My boyfriend kept reassuring me, "Don't worry, the Universe has you exactly where you need to be." He seemed convinced that I needed to start viewing this time in between jobs as a gift. No job = more time I can spend making jewelry. He was right.
After a day or two of hearing his guidance but not truly ingesting it, I finally took his advice. Instead of panicking and feeling like I had no control over my current reality, I harnessed my own Personal Power - the infinite supply of positive energy that floats around waiting for us to tap into it. The positive shift began in my internal consciousness with that decision and rapidly spread out into the physical world. I now feel so inspired to make jewelry and share my creations that the momentum feels tangible!
Ever since I chose to put my positive powers into action, every jewelry piece I have made and posted has been purchased almost instantly. The abundance and flow is undeniable and it all started when I decided to stop feeling like a victim. I know this is the Universe's way of showing me that reality is how we perceive our life situations, and what we choose to make of the ones we are given. We need to always remind ourselves that life happens FOR us, not to us.
To all those who have supported and continue to support my journey as a jewelry creator, thank you! From the bottom of my heart. You came at a time when I truly needed it :)
Here are some pics from my recent burst of inspiration!
Love & Light,
Animals of all shapes and sizes have captivated me for as long as I can remember. My first word was actually “doggy.” I spent my childhood days frolicking in forests and ponds catching frogs, salamanders, and slugs. I loved going camping because of the possibility of seeing wild animals. Sometimes I’d set up elaborate cat palaces in our backyard to lure strays, and I had a leopard costume complete with ears, paws and a tail that I would wear more often than normal clothes. Instead of filling my jewelry box with plastic necklaces and rhinestone rings, I collected snails and proclaimed my accessory organizer a ‘Snail Castle’ - (I don't do that anymore).
We had such an array of pets that menagerie and zoo are the most accurate adjectives when describing the homes I grew up in. Hamsters, rabbits, dogs, cats, mice, fish, frogs and everything in between were the beings that I shared space with as I grew. The wonder of being near and interacting with these creatures was, and still is, one of my greatest joys in life. Then came along a really special critter, a bird who utterly destroyed any pre-conceived notions I had about how connected I could be with an animal.
I was about eight years old, a time when my weekly allowance was somewhere in the vicinity of $4 per week. I was stone-cold determined to save every penny I made until I had enough to purchase my very own bird. I diligently hoarded my meager income until the day finally came that my savings were steep enough! We headed to the pet store where I giddily chose my new feathered buddy. He was put in a white box that I clutched in my lap with care as we drove home, listening to the sounds of his claws scratching at the cardboard, wondering what he would be like. In the comfort of the living room, I opened the box and two beady, black eyes peeked up at me inquisitively.
I named him Mohawk, Moe for short. He was a cockatiel, mostly yellow, with splashes of white and grey flowing across the canvas of his wings. He had a circle of orange feathers on each cheek that gave him the appearance of eternally blushing. I loved the way the yellow feather mohawk on top of his head would either stick straight up, lay flat, or teeter somewhere in between; revealing his emotions in the same way a dog’s ears and tail give away their thoughts. I always knew what Moe was feeling. I learned to read the tilt of his head and the twinkle in his eye. I knew what it meant when ruffled his feathers in joy and when he pulled them sleek to his body in disagreeance. I learned the reasons for all his different calls, and we would chirp and sing songs back and forth, mimicking each other, communicating constantly, connected.
We let Moe fly around the house at his leisure. He opened and closed the door of his suspended cage as he pleased - this allowed him full freedom to follow me anywhere, in hot pursuit of my every move. He was always with me, an extension of myself. We did my homework together as he perched on my shoulder or hand, nibbling at my hair, earrings, the eraser on my pencil, and anything else he could get at. He’d regularly munch snacks out of my hand, and I’d even let him pick the food out from in between my teeth while I watched T.V. I loved him with my whole heart.
He was great at flying but not so great at stopping, causing him to perform surprise crash landings at random. Whenever we left the house, Moe smashed into the window overlooking the carport in a futile attempt to come with us. We built a window perch so he could see us off without flying full-speed into glass - an instalment he took full advantage of. He’d pace back and forth in the window with such intensity, disturbed that we dared leave him behind, calling after me, and waiting there until we returned.
I vividly remember a time when I was crying on the couch in foetal position. Moe flew over, landed on the pillow in front of my face, and began wiping the tears from my cheek with his head. He’d wipe my tears, look up into my eyes, wipe my tears, look up into my eyes. Repeat. That beautiful and unexpected act of love baffles me to this day.
It’s been more than ten years since he passed away and I still get teary-eyed when I think about my little Moe. I can perfectly imagine him fluffing up all of his feathers, causing him to double in size - a sign of pure contentment paired with sparkling eyes. I kept two of his feathers; one of which became my first tattoo, an ink copy of his feather resting on my shoulder where he used to perch.
His spirit lives on through me as I am inspired to create art with the fallen feathers of his distant relatives. I see these feathers as a divine gift of beauty from our friends who fly above and with us. Feathers are tools of flight and wonder, their intricate designs and colours unfathomably unique. Lightweight and delicate yet strong, they propel these mystical creatures to unimaginable heights, granting them ultimate freedom. I am grateful to have experienced first-hand that a bird’s capacity to love is infinitely greater than many of us realize.
Something about chokers gets my creative energy soaring and spinning. I love how badass I feel when I wear one, and it's awesome that there are endless possibilities as far as style, design, and colours to play with. I'm excited to keep pushing myself to always be coming up with fresh new ideas!
If you're from Calgary, you've heard of or been to the annual 4th Street Lilac Festival. If you haven't, here's the scene: 1 day, hundreds of artisan vendors, thousands of attendees, and a ridiculous amount of good vibes. It's how Calgary kicks off festival season and welcomes the long-awaited summer.
This year I was fortunate enough to be a vendor! It was the second market I have ever done (my first was an intimate market at my local yoga studio) so going into it with little market experience was intimidating. I took it on as a fun personal challenge, and I am SO glad I did. It was the hottest and happiest day of the year so far! I got to interact with so many different people and share my passion with them. Seeing people's faces light up when they tried on Goddess Crowns made me overflow with joy, remembering how I felt the first time I tried one on. That feeling is what eventually led me to creating my own. It's been such a journey already, and knowing it's still the beginning is exciting!
I've learned that doing something that scares me is always a good idea. It's never, ever a failure because at the very least I can take a lesson from it and tell myself "You're awesome because you did it." Having a unique experience is always work the risk. And almost always, my expectations are completely blown out of the water, like they were at Lilac Festival!
Thank you, everyone who came out to Lilac. Your enthusiasm, praise and interest in my craft has been a huge help and motivator for me to continue to push myself creatively. I can't wait to see everybody's epic festival attire in bull bloom this summer season!