I came for the soup was birthed out of an adventure. In June of 2013, a dear friend of mine asked if I wanted to accompany her on a vacation outside of the States. Saying yes was the easy part, choosing a location was where we ran into difficulty.
What was the deciding factor? Several years prior she had had the chance to enjoy some mighty tasty (so I am told) Potato and Leek soup in Ireland. She said she would often sit and think about that soup.
This to me meant we had to go back to Ireland and get that soup! So we did. We also got to visit England.
Our journey presented many struggles BUT there was so much beauty, so much reawakening in me that I didn’t want to come home, not yet, even amid the troubles. The artist in me, the writer in me, the innocent dreamer in me had reawakened with such a purity.
There was a warm light that washed me from the inside out like fresh air to suffocating lungs. I was away from the noise, the stifling clatter. You know, those things that you face every day that suck the life out of your inner child, that make her, the child who hates a nap, beg for one.
These things were on the other side of the ocean and a new song had begun. I went for the soup but got so much more instead.
Standing in Trafalgar Square in England, looking over the Cliffs of Moher, standing in the quiet of St. Stephen’s Green in Dublin, Ireland, I could hear the sleepy, adventurous, creative soul within me speak again, her voice so powerful and eager, and yet so full of hunger.
So now, away from my new places of birth, but surely born anew, I hunger still for the soup that quickened my starving artist’s soul, the taste that brightened the eyes of my creativity.
I want to know what lies deeper within me, not just as an artist but as a woman of faith. It was faith in Yeshua Jesus that ultimately took me across the ocean, faith that will take me there again, faith that keeps my hope a raging fire within me even as I sit in my home and create through the old noise that once stifled me.
I never got to taste that Potato and Leek soup, but the air of creativity was a welcome exchange. This platform, this adventure, is about exploring what this kid in me can do. Where will my creativity take me? Where will she inspire the readers and other Creatives to go?
That is what ICFTS is about, exploring creativity, indulging the wildest of imaginative dreams, satisfying the soul.
I am a Soup Seeker, a Soup Sharer. A sleeping child on the inside who has awakened to share so many dreams…be they portraits painted in words or brushes filled with oil.
I want to present content that is relevant to starving artist, striving fiction writers, and those with faith, and spirit. I want to enrich you to grow and thrive by journeying with me through this stage of creative process.
I want to accept creative challenges from the readers as well as present my own. Iron sharpens iron and fresh eyes see what tired eyes have missed. We can feed each other. This is the invitation to my journey.
Welcome to the soup bowl.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!