Saturday & Sunday I went over the mountain to help with and participate in a blog workshop at Pompanuck Farm in Cambridge, NY.Sunday I got there early to have a little time to paint, but I had been up till 5 in the morning nursing Thing2 through a fever, and I kept nodding off as I sat in the sun-warmed car. The other members got there just as I was adding the first green wash for the lawn.I went in thinking I would paint and listen - I always think it helps me concentrate. Instead I had to work to keep focused on the painting, as each member of the group voiced their reasons for wanting a blog, recognized that those reasons were partly about wanting to stand in their truth.I felt like I found mine over the summer when I took just a travel sketchbook and a pen on vacation. We went to the Palouse in Washington state, and the rhythm of the wind bending the yet-unharvested wheat fields was hypnotic, spurring meditations and frenzied drawing sessions. Drawing, and later painting, was an act that pulled me closer to my truth - that the only work that would ultimately fulfill me is creative work.It was a truth I began to sense and acknowledge with my decision to illustrate my first blog 'Picking My Battles'. What began as a spur-of-the-moment strategy to cut the cost of royalty-free photos and the kids' sleep schedules evolved into a reawakening of an artistic drive I had tried to smother for years.The revival led to doodles and sketches, scribbles and watercolor cartoons. The blog became a cartoon, Picking My Battles (it's have a little vacation as I reorganize my schedule around school and projects) and added another (HOGA), and I began feeling like I was on a multi-line tightrope between painting and cartooning and writing.Diving into drawing with abandon, I found my truth and something that I had only felt a few times - pure joy. Interesting that the joy and truth are so closely linked. Embracing my truth - feeding a need to draw and paint - saw words re-emerge, supporting the blog's art the way art had once played a supporting role for the words.Joy also let me see the silly situations that had made blogging so fun in the first place, and a few weeks ago I took a flying leap and embarked on an Alphabet book for parents. As we talked about blogging and truth over the weekend workshop, I realized that each new post and page of my book is proof that there's room for more than one truth in a life.My new blog (My Sketchy Life) - with the serious painting and the silly cartoons isn't a tight rope I walk between two sides of my creative life I need to choose between. It's a collage of my life and, like my life, it's a more than a little sketchy.I went home thinking there's nothing like a good workshop in a sunny farmhouse living room to open your eyes to the world right in front of you. Wish you'd all been here.