A couple of weeks ago, I painted with Cheri Christensen in Texas. I am a groupie for her style of painting, and she and Pam Ingalls are lead singers in the band. She told me that I needed to find my voice in art so that when someone sees one of my works, they know it is a Jamie Lightfoot original.
And that my voice is most likely staring me right in the face.
I think I have found it, and I call it Dancing into the Light.
If you follow along, you know I have been searching for a while; Searching for something to fill a certain emptiness that I live with.
I wrote this poem a while back. It explains that void that I call the hole a bit more eloquently than I can.
There is this hole inside of me. I don’t know if it is from the neglect of the past, or just how God made me.
It is quiet sometimes.
Sometimes it rumbles.
I keep trying to fill it up.
To fill it with family,
But no matter my efforts, it stays partially empty.
Maybe that is a good thing because it is the hole that keeps me searching. Searching for,
I was thinking about this quest. To fill up that emptiness. And it became so evident that I am filling that hole with light now.
My heart longs for the moment when We dance on our own moonbeam.