Of course you will agitate yourself with the age-old question “What if I am no good?”. What if I am just a toad on paper or on canvas or in the marketplace? And I have absolutely no doubt that you will be a toad, a bomb, and a dissapointment to yourself. Because genius doesn’t often arrive as genius, but as imperfection tolerated and transformed by love, focus, and devotion.
Sure, we all want to wake up as royalty and never mop a floor as long as we live. You know, glory without labor. But we all begin as peasants – blunted and coarse and groping for splendor.
But grope on. The splendor comes.
Because we who are awkward, hapless, small, and slow are also GIFTED, TRANSCENDENT, RADIANT, and GLITTERING.
We are crowned when we are called.
And we WILL fly. But first we crawl.
(From Tanma J. Kieves wonderful book “This Time I Dance”, p. 152!)

