A little girl, Dear Girl, entered the world, smiling, all innocence and courage. Dear Girl was about to break through generations of repression. Only she didn't know that ... then.
Just down the dirt road, round the corner, beyond the chokecherry bushes, Trouble found Dear Girl, as it does for those daring to live out unfinished ancestral business. It snatched up Dear Girl's voice, teaching her about right and wrong, guilt and shame. Her soul went into hiding. Fear swirled just beneath her blue eyes and dimples, eagerness and caring. Gramma introduced Dear Girl to the fine art of crafting, effortlessly coaxing out the Dear Girl's soul, with offerings of pipe cleaners, yarn, tacky glue and wiggly eyes. Hours and hours at the kitchen table they sat in sticky bright peace and colorful enchantment. It was in these moments that Dear Girl met Grace. Linking art endeavor to endeavor, her conversation with Grace guided her through the years.
Dear Girl's supplies grew and so did her need for them as she combated early adulthood. Oh how she longed for confidence, for certainty. She came from the closed mouth clan. No one dared let the secrets out. No way, no how ― or so she reckoned. That is the way it was back then; Dear Girl had to do all the figuring, or so it seemed.
Peeling Away the Layers
Yes, the Source of the Universe had her pegged and kept offering itself to her with beautiful blessings, appearing in ordinary ways: a little old woman inviting Dear Girl to yoga, a med school professor suggesting poetry, and the wildness of Lake Superior, crashing on the shores of her rugged heart. Enough years of yoga began peeling away her layers of armor. Recognizing her sterling nature was untouched by Trouble, she began to dig, driven by longing and thirsty for meaning. Sifting through her life, gathering and releasing, daring and asking, and there it was: Dear Girl's Voice!
Dear Girl has been nurturing and tending to her Soul garden for some time now and it is bearing fruit. She is making generous offerings of old thoughts, discarded memories, hidden motives, dreaded truths, joys of discovery and innocence. Offering it all up to the Sacred fire, stoking her inner flame ― which happens to be burning brighter than ever ― shining into rare and unexplored territories within and around her. Dear Girl is ready this time: equipped with a paintbrush and Trust and her Voice and a village of loved ones. It is her greatest hope that through sharing her authentic voice, in color and word, others find and tend to their own deepest calling.
And that is only the beginning!
Robyn Thayer lives in Evergreen, Colorado. Her creations come forth in a little house on the mountain, amongst the tall pine with the unstoppable support and sweet love of her husband and basset hounds. Born and raised in northern Minnesota, she is totally set aglow by the wild outdoors. Rarely is Robyn seen without her basket of books and colors. Robyn is a flourishing artist purely by her addiction to rich, vibrant, creamy colors and dancing curves. She fills her days with meditation, yoga, dog walks, dark chocolate, illustrious poetry, endless creativity and wild imaginings. She hopes you enjoy her art and dares you to live your deepest, most delectable life evermore. Namasté. The Light in me honors the Light in you. To learn more about Robyn, visit her at studiolila.com.