Snowdrops-that is what I call this little white flower that blooms on the tip of a mass of green. It dangles there so innocent and delicately. Being the first green plant to push its way up through the wet dark soil announcing the end of winter and the start of spring. Although it may be cold and overcast, the next few days it is suppose to rain I know that the worst is over when I see these little flowers. In two weeks like the snowdrop I will have to push myself up out of the comfort of my safe studio, where my heater blasts away and music fills silence. I'll be attending a 3 day workshop taught by Nina Bagley. I will get to spend time in a cottage in my own room in the redwoods. Part of me is excited another part of me is apprehensive. I have placed expectations on myself that have me scared and anxious. Try as I might with all this self talk I am into I have not found a way to resolve the situation. I'm coming to the conclusion that the only way out is through and just to do my best and it will probably be fine but I am still nervous (alittle bit)
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