I am an expressive creative beastie. Everything we do is an embodiment of creative expression. It has to be. Isn’t your life the ultimate creation?

I wear many hats and enjoy each one. Okay, I’ll fess up; I don’t always like the cleaning lady hat. However, even something so mundane as physical cleaning can get my creative juices flowing. I am a Mom, a Wife, a Domestic Goddess, an Artist, a Writer, a Woman and a Spiritual Being having a pretty cool physical experience. You probably wonder how one balances all that without going a bit bonkers.

You don’t. You tweak. You re-evaluate. You try again. You be. You express. And, most importantly, you have fun while your doing it. If it isn’t fun, or I can’t squeeze a little joy juice out of it, I’d rather not do it.

I love whimsy, magic, faerie tales and downright silliness. Anything that makes you ooze warm fuzzies is right up my alley. Have you ever noticed the extraordinary and magical world hidden within the seemingly mundane? It’s there. In my Queendom, I see the gourd beings wanting to be born and their stories shared. I find the funny or extraordinary within my day and enjoy the challenge of expressing it through a Haiku poem.

How did I find my magic, own up to my mojo, my gift? It took several years to get here and I’m still figuring it out as I go. There were several catalysts that brought me here. In 2002, I chose to stay home with my kids. In 2004 I re-discovered my joy of writing and was inspired by something my son said and the story “Blue For Me!” dropped into my head.. In 2005 I was introduced to Gourd Woman and she started my journey into the incredible land of Gourd Art. I taught myself how to work with gourds by researching the Internet. If I had questions about paints or painting techniques, I’d ask my Mom or make it up as I went along. Reference books have been most helpful too.

I’ve always been creative, spending hours drawing, doodling or cartooning. At one point, when I was in Junior High School, I attempted to write some sappy science fiction love stories. Somewhere down the road to becoming an official grown-up, I set all that creative juicy hooey-ness aside. Creative expression wasn’t as important as all these other things I should be doing. Was I wrong!

Today, I fully embrace my creative beastie and express it no matter what I’m doing. She shows up when I’m in the veg garden. She really likes remodeling the house and re-arranging the furniture. She enjoys trying raw food recipes, playing with the dehydrator and making smoothies with the blender. She even shows up when I go for a walk or attempt to do Yoga. She is the core of who I am.

And not everyone will get it. Not everyone will understand you. You have to be okay with that. My husband still wonders why he never read my warning label and the “Instructions for Use” stamped on my butt. My kids, fortunately, still find me fun to be around and not too embarrassing. Most importantly, I finally get me. I finally understand what makes me tick. Hopefully, you know or are on your way to discovering your magic, your mojo and your gift.