Pooh on you!

collage in progress

The voices are back.

I hear them telling me that I am no good.

I hear them telling me that I am not an artist.

I hear them laughing at me.

"Why do you bother?" they ask.

...and...

"Who do you think you are?"

Some days the voices are louder than others, and some days the questions are more hurtful; but I have learned that the only way I can quiet their noise is to invite them in for some huckleberry tea.

Together we sip, and as we do, the voices sweeten.

My friends tell me that I should banish my inner critics forever. Perhaps that works for some.

Me?

I prefer to invite my inner critics to tea and woe them with love.