My Journey Begins

As a child, I was encouraged to be creative……sort of encouraged. My mom was a creative person, but her way of encouraging me was to have me watch John Gnagyour version of Bob Ross. She bought pads and pencils and I was left to figure out if I was able to draw or not. That didn’t last long. I learned to sew and knit very basic. I learned to bake and cook and listen to music while singing my heart out in my room. No verbal encouragement came so I gave up very easily.

But you cannot throw away the creative juices that lie within you. They may lay dormant but they are always there waiting to spring forth when given just a hint of watering and sunlight.

So I have blossomed into a rather good crocheter and baker. But I get antsy. I recently couldn’t ignore the voice that kept gently bidding me to jump in deeper to the creativity. Then, through people I highly respect, I answered with a big YES.

Being a person who just loves my friendship with God, I felt a strong tug to paint. But not paint precise images but to paint colours.  I just love colours. I am drawn to colourful things and they speak to me and actually bring out feelings and senses that otherwise just stay hidden.

So now begins a new journey. I started painting in a freeform-type of artistry. Whatever happens with this journey will definitely be a learning experience. At first, I absolutely hated what I produced. But I kept them and am moving forward. I figure I will be the first one to get anything out my art simply because I need to see it in a new perspective – as others see it.

One thing that has happened to me since I began this painting journey is that I carry new confidence in who I am. It is a good feeling.

So here ya go, Dear Readers, a glimpse of my new thing…….

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A Wee Glimpse

A dear friend of mine once introduced me to an audience as a “quiet storm.” At that time she barely knew me, but boy, she was right on!
I was born in central New Jersey, pretty close to the shore.  We were a typical 1950’s family with a mom and dad.  I was in the middle of two brothers then my father passed away when I was four.  We went from a secure family to a very insecure one.  My mom suddenly became very self sufficient but as a little child I needed a lot more cuddling then self sufficiency.   I was raised to follow the path of self sufficiency but in reality I was more of a shy wallflower type in need of guidance.

Soon after high school I was caught up in the Jesus People Movement in the early 70’s and I loved it.  But more importantly I fell in love with Jesus. 

I met my husband, Pat, in a Christian ministry in Oregon and we began ministry from that point on.
We started a family right away and I loved being a stay at home mom, nurturing my kids and supporting my husband in his ministry.  But the “quiet” part started to evolve to the “storm” part.  Marriage, parenthood and pastoring were all learning experiences that forced me to grow up, a lot!  But it took years! Ha ha.  I made many mistakes and then I made more mistakes.  But life is a process.

During this time I began to get to know myself, and see who Cathy Lynn was and who she was all along, the one God created me to be.  When I look back I can see all the ups and downs of my life and who God has molded me to be today.

I just love creativity.  I love music and art of many kinds.  I love nature and all of God’s creation, well, except for wormy, slimy, caterpillar type things. 

Here you can find my blog and more about me.   Check it out.
Let’s Have Another Piece of Pie, www.wingedprisms.com, it’s not about pie, it’s about the concept of pie, sitting with good friends and getting to the heart.  

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