I didn't grow up around many artists.  Artists to me, were this strange group of people who lived in this magical world that was out of my reach.  A group that I didn't feel the right to be a part of.   A group to which I didn't know how you even got to be a part of - how did one even go about the process of calling oneself an artist.  

Hearing stories of people and their lives and journeys helps me understand what it means to be a person.  Listening to other artists share their stories has been a gift to help me understand my own sense of what art and creating art can be. And it has helped me learn how to think through my own process and give myself permission to call myself an artist. 

I think in general, as people, we like to share the end - the shiny beautiful image that is complete and whole. The process in contrast is messy and filled with unknowns and holes.  A place we often try to hide.   

This week I had the privilege of sitting down and listening to a group of artists share pieces of their process.   Sitting around a table listening to others share themselves  - their ideas about their work and dreams -  was a beautiful gift.   So many different processes and journeys - but all connected via hearts who  desire to create and make art in our world.  

And maybe this is what we all crave.  A sense of knowing we aren't alone in the process, whether they are desert times or times of rich oasis.  

Hearing people's processes allows me to step beyond the comparison game.  It helps me listen and see them as whole people.  It helps me think through ways I can find guidance in my own journey - footholds when the summit feels to large to even start climbing.  

It takes courage to share our stories.  To share our process.  To learn to grow in how we create.  To admit that we are stuck or uncertain or that we may have failed.  

I've listened to Phil Kaye's poetry before and I'm grateful for this glimpse into his process and journey.  These ordinary moments in our journey may be of more value to someone than we even realize.  I know they are often the encouragement and support that spurs me forward.  The very ordinariness of our process may be just what someone else needs - even more than the shiny end.