Tory built it it.
Gracie drew it.
The girl gang said yes to it.
We called it huesofblue.com.
My gratitude was immense & left me with few sentences to write.
I found that it was ok to be lost in all dem' feelings of hues of blue. In a soft surrender I could feel the gifts that came from planting my heart in friends, them expressing my art in return, when I felt I had nothing left to give myself.
Art is so independent, yet it can never be completed alone.
This co-independnent-expression, begets gratitude.
Gratitude is the first story, always.
Thank you to my dearest:
Tory & Gracie: I wrote it on the walls. I asked you to paint it on pieces of wood for me. I asked you to hang it in our home. The phrases "Hues of Blue" and "Make Art". Before I even knew what they could be. You sang it all back to me in one cohesive website.
Christyn : My life coach, love coach, the one who's re-built my life with me in every moment of hurt.
Jay: Co-creation is our super power. Every dream-chasing artist can go a little crazy without a best friend to remind them that their masterpiece is this very present moment. For unconditional love & everything else.
My Girl Gang: My oxygen for living a creative life, with endurance.
Aunty Paige & Uncle Greg: For running down the street to hug me when I got the call that I was a HB Lifeguard. For celebrating the dreamer in me. For picking me back up & saying, "come stay in our guest room while you build the rest of your dreams." ***thanks again***
Lil' Cousin Haley: For asking me to go running with you every night, and then drive to Dairy Queen for ice cream. For showing me what kind of powerful girl I should be when I grow up, what kind of powerful girls we need to keep inspiring to be brave.
Mom & Dad: I am the writer, the poet, the fighter, the battlefield warrior by example. Because you write, fight, grow, heal, dig, love, vulnerably & wholly, you told me to never stop the dreams.