My art print of Butterfly
Creating something out of nothing like drawing or even taking pictures make us feel good. It makes those who witness our work feel good. It is that simple. Happiness does not always depend on faith, or moral virtue, still less on good fortune, though all of these may contribute to it. Happiness comes also from self-expression. Expressing ourselves in any form is an important as balanced nutrition and regular exercise. If you enjoy Mother Nature, go on a road trip and look for scenes that thrill and energize you. If you love glass and ceramics like me, you can visit ceramic shops. They will inspire and teach you to glaze pots, vases and figures they have on shelves. You could also take a Ceramic course or Sculpturing class at your local college like I did. There is no better and easier way to immortalize your soul than by molding clay. I learned to make my own plates, cups and vases out of wet clay, reveling in the fact that they will be around far longer. I also fell in love with free-styling clay figures that inspired me with their mysterious beauty and fascination.
My clay sculpture of myself as toddler
Journaling our lives can also bring peace where there was none before. Of course, when we write about ourselves, we are the experts. Who else would know our secret thoughts, hopes and dreams? When digging around in our memories for something to write about, I remember mom and pops telling me stories since I was a child. One of my favorites was when I was a toddler. They told me I often threw my glass baby bottles at the newly invented television pops so proudly brought home for us. It wouldn’t stop talking and I was jealous of all the attention it was getting. My bottles-turned-missiles were always aimed at the glass-screen. Well, pops weaned me right away by throwing my baby bottles out the door in anger. I learned that change-of-attitude could be a good thing. When I cried for my bottle, Pops gave me a cool bottle of Coke. It fit my hands so much better and I laughed when it tickled my nose and slide down my belly so smoothly. The television became my companionship, education and entertainment for many years to come. I grew to be an impassioned sponge-like gal who loved to express herself visually. I will confess all that I have done is not golden. However, it feels golden to please my inner child and myself.