My life was closing in on me. My pocket book was completely bare and so I took to selling clothes to my roommate, all very expensive glorious works of clothing art. I had shopped in all the best places and enjoyed cloths shopping with a passion. However I could no longer fit into some of the items I loved dearly and knew my roommate had quite an eye for.
I asked her if she wanted to go shopping one day and she smiled and said, “my car or yours?”.
” Oh dear one” I said, ” I’ve got a different shopping experience planned for us”. “Turn left down the hallway and open that door, inside you will find a walk-in closet full up of gems you’ve been admiring for sometime now”. She squealed, she ran to the room I occupied and headed for the walk in closet. Inside she enjoyed herself by going through a meticulous and varied selection of jackets (oh how I love a smart jacket), pants, jeans, blouses, tank tops, shoes, even stockings I had not worn in a very long time. Whew… I made rent by her purchases and had extra for the food I was eating way too much of and then some. Gas, gas for leaving this home, going out in the world and finding a job!
Well now all that could wait, ‘tomorrow tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow’.
The next morning I awoke and completed my daily two minute exercise on really feeling the feelings around hope and understanding who I was. I got up, and instead of going to the living room and turning on the television. I thought to myself, “Oh my it’s been weeks in checking my emails”, how I dreaded doing this, but this morning I felt capable of expanding my world just this much (a thimble full) and sat down to go through what was 800 messages that had not been opened. Oh no, I was not feeling good.
As I deleted/trashed messages I did not want to see nor open, I kept seeing this Redbubble mail and I sat back for a moment and remembered why I had it coming to my mail. I was in my newly finished office and showroom, I had wanted to put up my own art I had photographed of my experiences in India on my walls surrounding me in my office. However, my partner said it was too, well, ethnic. We got into a horrible fight over this as I thought her white bread attitude of work place and art was thinking ‘low’ and ‘unyielding’. After all, I had traveled the world and she had not. I was involved with people from different cultures, she was not. So we came to a place I had not experienced with her before, a place that cut a wide gap of realizing the way she viewed life and work and the way I did.
I opened up the mail from
Redbubble and I began to remember how much I liked viewing the art here. My partner and I had come to an impasse and a compromise as it were; we would buy art that I was not personally involved with.
“Well enough of this reminiscing I thought, go find the way to unsubscribe from this site and delete this horde of Redbubble messages.
That’s when I heard it, a voice so chillingly real and audible I had to stop my finger from hitting delete.
This was the vortex of my nature calling, this was the day that my whole world began to change.