How to cope when your dreams become bigger than you.

"Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops - at all."  Emily Dickinson

I dreamed a dream of a studio that would be a heaven and a haven for women.  Where they could come and shed all of their worldly worries be spoiled and pampered and shown a powerful and exciting side of themselves.  I wanted a place that fed and communed with the souls of the guests while at the same time bringing them solidly into their own bodies and celebrating the wonderfulness that was them....the problem was the dream was so much bigger than just little old me....and my controlling part wanted to just figure it all out myself.  I was like a wilful teenager trying out the whole lone wolf routine.  I was treading water and sinking the weight of it all really.  I had the vision but I was getting in my own way.....
So I got out of it.

I let people in.  People that shared the vision and were just as excited about it as me and willing and capable to help me give birth to this playful sanctuary...a red tent if you will for girly, girliness.  A place where we can bring our worries and watch them lighten just by the energy of the room and the playfulness and love that abounds.   I wanted a place that reminded me of a old school quilting bee.  Where ladies would get together in the spirit of sisterhood and laugh at ourselves and celebrate the yumminess that is life.

I am sitting in my studio which is still under construction.  Yes the critical part of my nature is sitting there counting on its stubby little fingers all of the things that still need to be addressed before the party on Saturday.  But then there is my better self.  She is sitting back smiling like a cat who just found the cream and realizing that there are much bigger things at play here then just her.  That the universe is aligning to see this place manifest and all she has to do is get the heck out of the way smile and cheer and just dream as it becomes what it needs to become.

So for the record I have a few people that I very much need to thank for volunteering to come and ride this ride with me.  Grace, Jepha, Mike, and Amandine, your energy, ideas, hard work, playfulness, generosity, and kindness make me excited to get into work every day....even the hard days when I am moving a studio and a house at the same time, the load is so much lighter and I don't know how I would have done it without your beautiful selves....    Nima and LacPhutt,i my Sherpa brother and sister, I love you more than the apple cream donuts that the bakery next door sells.  Thank you for always being there for me and being my family in New Zealand.  And from the bottom of my heart my dear Craig who has swooped in like a grasshopper in shining armour....I love you more than words can do justice.  Thank you for being.

And for all of the women and families who will be served by our studio.....thank you for letting us become a part of your life as well....We are going to have so much FUN!!!

Mwaaaahhhh.  XXXOOOO