Talking recently with a friend, the subject of ‘finding your voice’ came up. This morning’s reading led me to the same thought. When did I realize I was, finally, pretty well grown up and actually had a voice, my voice, in my work? How did that happen?
I explored some of my sketchbook pages looking for examples. I realized that that particular ‘miracle’ (for it is a big accomplishment in my life) just happened. While I wasn’t paying attention. Because instead, I was busy sketching.
I really love this page; I stayed with it for two months, carefully, between the dates of my mom’s death anniversary, and my son’s birthday. This page is fully what I strive for in my “Book of Days” – drawing, writing, medieval studies and calligraphy – but mostly, reflection. I found my voice; now my job is just to try and give it.