| E. Sandy Powell |
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~ from the chapter on Trust in my as yet unpublished memoir:
For a week or two I perused a few artists a day, seeing who might have a style similar to the ink sketches of shoes that I envisioned for This Day the book I wanted to put out before I began on Hope for our World. No one artist jumped out at me. I made less than a handful of inquiries and none of those replied. (Even the lack of response seemed somehow positive, like a thankful ‘no thank you/we’ll not be cluttering the scene for you.’) Before long, as we say: I ‘let it go.’ I wasn’t worried. I sometimes slipped into a little frustrated with my lack of talent in drawing, wishing I could just put images to paper. But then I’d feel my way up the emotional scale, till I resonated again with appreciating my passion for writing, and appreciating my ability and willingness to trust that the answer for the cover artwork would come. And I did other things (such as noting when my emotional meter was wah-wah-wahing out of control in any area; I’d breathe, clearing up my vibration in whatever way felt easiest till I returned to how I wanted to feel). Just a game, a continual la de dah dance of a game. Then ...
OUT OF HER OWN BLUE SKY, independent from me (Ha!), sending out her personal rocket of desire, Elena Raspopova found me. And simply, through an internet search of her own using key words (she told me later) “children’s author, USA,” somehow ;-) she located my current and best email address, and sent me an inquiry completely ‘of her own volition’ asking if I might have a project on which I was wanting to collaborate. I will always remember this: Source took care of the details and the delivery! Not only did Elena show up very quickly after my ‘rocket’ was sent, she did not even have to hear of my desire directly. I had left no ‘wanted’ ads, nor had I posted on any blogs that she could tap into. The only trail I’d left was vibrational.
Get it? I had not written to Elena; Elena wrote to me. It was only a week, maybe two maybe less, and from ... not ‘the other side of the globe’ though it sure felt like it. Elena’s and my magnets drew us together from 5773.17 +/- miles apart (9290.76 km). :-) I will always remember the marvel in letting Sophia take care of the details. And if I do briefly forget, I can knock myself over the head with the proof!
For a week or two I perused a few artists a day, seeing who might have a style similar to the ink sketches of shoes that I envisioned for This Day the book I wanted to put out before I began on Hope for our World. No one artist jumped out at me. I made less than a handful of inquiries and none of those replied. (Even the lack of response seemed somehow positive, like a thankful ‘no thank you/we’ll not be cluttering the scene for you.’) Before long, as we say: I ‘let it go.’ I wasn’t worried. I sometimes slipped into a little frustrated with my lack of talent in drawing, wishing I could just put images to paper. But then I’d feel my way up the emotional scale, till I resonated again with appreciating my passion for writing, and appreciating my ability and willingness to trust that the answer for the cover artwork would come. And I did other things (such as noting when my emotional meter was wah-wah-wahing out of control in any area; I’d breathe, clearing up my vibration in whatever way felt easiest till I returned to how I wanted to feel). Just a game, a continual la de dah dance of a game. Then ...
OUT OF HER OWN BLUE SKY, independent from me (Ha!), sending out her personal rocket of desire, Elena Raspopova found me. And simply, through an internet search of her own using key words (she told me later) “children’s author, USA,” somehow ;-) she located my current and best email address, and sent me an inquiry completely ‘of her own volition’ asking if I might have a project on which I was wanting to collaborate. I will always remember this: Source took care of the details and the delivery! Not only did Elena show up very quickly after my ‘rocket’ was sent, she did not even have to hear of my desire directly. I had left no ‘wanted’ ads, nor had I posted on any blogs that she could tap into. The only trail I’d left was vibrational.
Get it? I had not written to Elena; Elena wrote to me. It was only a week, maybe two maybe less, and from ... not ‘the other side of the globe’ though it sure felt like it. Elena’s and my magnets drew us together from 5773.17 +/- miles apart (9290.76 km). :-) I will always remember the marvel in letting Sophia take care of the details. And if I do briefly forget, I can knock myself over the head with the proof!
