Monday, September 17, 2012

Life-Altering Footprints on My Heart

Confession time - The topic is Lean On Me/Stand By Me and I've been struggling over this post for hours. I've always had a very small, private inner circle. Over time, that circle has grown to include my bestie from high school, my BFF from my days touring with a theater troupe, a couple of college friends, my writing partner, a few of critique partners, my two sisters, my hubby, and my two children.

Confession #2: I don't tell those who matter most to me, all the things in my heart. At least, not often enough. But as I reach for sentiments now, I feel as if I'm working in a foreign medium. So, I'm abandoning my clumsy attempts in favor of words that resonate intrinsically and profoundly within me.
To my inner circle: Thank you for leaving life-altering footprints on my heart!

From Flavia Weedn's Facebook Page:

"I grew up in Los Angeles during the post-depression years. As a child I developed a love of color and design from my mother who was a doll maker. But it was my young uncle, Jack, who sparked my development as an artist. His great love of life led me to see the same wonder and beauty he found in the ordinary, and to share we must remember everything... i try to, it's all so fragile and precious... the same joy he found in the writings of the great romantic poets.

As a child I disliked my name until I learned from Jack that I was named after a princess in a book. I was embarrassed that we lived in a house beside an alley, across the street from a tire factory, until I learned from Jack that it didn’t matter where we lived as long as we were a family and loved and cared for each other. I had a thousand dreams inside my heart and thought none of them had a chance, until Jack taught me that if I worked hard and believed in my dreams, I could do anything.

I remember sitting in my grandmother’s fig tree, writing and illustrating my stories, and dreaming my dreams. I knew then that Jack had taught me to see life in a different way, and that he had given me a rare gift. What I didn’t know was that he had changed my life, and that what I had learned from him would directly influence my life’s work.

For more than 50 years, my work has continued to be my passion. I believe that art is communication—a way of sharing who we are and what we feel. I believe that in this life there are no endings, only beginnings; that our lives are journeys and that we grow from our experience on these journeys. I believe we discover through every heartache how to love more and love better, and that life has hidden gifts in its hands—the greatest of which is love.

Whether feelings are expressed on a large painting or a small greeting card, whether they are shared through technology or in a passing whisper, words can touch people. The power of care can heal and make a difference in all of our lives and in this world we live in. This is my belief, the faith I hold in the human spirit, and the hope I wish to share with you."

~ Flavia Weedn

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YOUR TURN: What have you left unsaid to those who share your life? Go say it!

3 comments:

Melissa Landers said...

That was beautiful, Carey. I'm really proud to call you my friend. :)

Lorie Langdon said...

I love this, Carey. This line of Flavia's passage really jumped out at me: "I believe that in this life there are no endings, only beginnings; that our lives are journeys and that we grow from our experience on these journeys."
As writing partners, we are on a very significant journey together and I'm grateful we have each other along the way. :-)

Kimberly said...

Carey,
I'm not sure how I missed this post the first time around! Life apparently got in the way. Again. That darn life...
A friend once gave me that poem on a card about footprints on our heart. I reread that so many times with tears in my eyes because she was literally on the other side of the world for 16 years. Now, she's right in my own backyard again, but her footprints stayed on my heart throughout all those years.
What a great post, Carey. Thanks for helping me remember...:-)