You are always on your way to a miracle

I am feeling so much better than yesterday. Holycrap, am I feeling better! I went in to the bookstore to visit Graham before I went home to work on the calendar. As I was leaving I saw a display of SARK's updated edition of The Creative Companion. It's been a long time since I've looked at a SARK book and was immediately reminded of why she is so great. Her big handwriting and colorful images create an immediate reference. I opened to a random page and immediately was presented with the words: You are always on your way to a miracle. As I thumbed through it, I felt this instant unbuckling of all the hard and serious thinking I'd been experiencing. I had grumbled in my journal only hours ago that I was missing the part of me that has a rich inner life, and here it was returning to me, like blood into a sleeping limb.

I looked at the price, and felt a little worry come over me. I am trying hard to save all my pennies for what is now being called THE MOVE (in all caps). Yet, I really needed this refresher. I thought well, maybe Graham would give me a discount, and I'll just figure out the rest. When I brought it to the register for Graham to ring me up, he said, "I'll buy this for you." You'd think that he'd found me a place to live and a job in New York, the way relief and gratitude poured over me like so much warm water. It felt like a little net. However small, it was a good reminder: THINGS WORK OUT. or as SARK says, You are always on your way to a miracle.

I read her introduction where she described her reason for making her best-selling poster "How To Be an Artist." She said it was an answer to someone who asked how she lived her life. I love that and I think that's what blogging is all about. I don't care what job you do or how much money you make, but I love knowing how you live your life. I also love finding out how I live my life and this is why I write.

Last night I drew a picture of Alice Walker's beautiful face and listened to a book on tape. I slept alone and woke up this morning to coffee and the journal. When I came in to work there were two e-mails from friends that live on the East Coast, and an e-mail from my stepmom Pam, offering some financial help. I felt such lightness, which is nothing short of a miracle.