I started blogging because an artist friend bugged me for about a year…she said, “all artists need a blog“….so I did it.
I created When the Spirit Moves Me.
It was supposed to be about my Spirit Figures only… nothing particularly personal… but my figures are personal and so I haven’t been able to separate me from what I do to make money…. my art is part of my heart… marketing, not so much.
I know what I post about doesn’t always resonate with you but you hang in anyway…
thank you for that…
although I did lose a follow a few days ago… It was probably the self-portrait that sent them running.
But back to the miracle.
I know you already know this, but I’ve never given it much thought until now. I’ve met someone through blogging recently who has solidified the gift of going out into cyberspace to meet Kindred Spirits…
I’ve met so many of you who are Kindred’s.
You have gifted me through your words and pictures…sometimes we communicate via email, sometimes not…but going to your blogs and reading your offerings can set the tone of my day, or can change a not so good day to a much better one.
You inspire me with your art, and how you wear your hearts on you sleeves. You offer up a wealth of information I would never have time to find on my own. The honesty of what you share of your personal strengths and weaknesses, your goals and accomplishments…
your everyday life stuff is powerful reading….
It is really quite amazing how energy, tangible energy, comes through time and space to this little screen in front of me. It’s pretty miraculous how your energy mixes and mingles with mine to make the world a far more interesting place than it would be if I’d never met you.
If we should touch, hand to heart
You would feel my soul within you.
Knowing not, from where we end
The start of melding flesh and sinew.
Magical and mysterious.
Illogical and curious.
Beyond the present state of mind
A kindred spirit can't be defined.
But gentle as the morning air
And consistent as the setting sun.
A kindred love is always there
Predestined to the other ones.
We know no space or time constraints
We see and feel internally
We somehow sense the others thoughts
We share these bonds permanently.
Once touched by a kindred's love
You'll recognize them everywhere.
They have no gender, age or race
Or length of time set for you to share.
The purpose of this special bond
Has yet to reveal itself to me
But kindred's have helped to free my soul
Teach me love, guide and protect me.
Found a kindred in your life?
Cherish your luck, offer your time
No deeper moment will you know
No greater blessing will you find.
julia ferguson ~ August through October, 1997
I have had over the years that happen without effort but seem to have great purpose.