Warrior Child

i carry her with me

this warrior child

seeker

gypsy

girl

we are one

i'm not so different from that child

still a warrior

wild of spirit

filled with wonder

feeding my soul 

 forest

creek

field

least used paths

  being still

watching

listening

seeking

always seeking...

Dust and Words With No Meaning…..

Someone spoke to me last night,

told me the truth. Just a few words,

but I recognized it.

I knew I should make myself get up,

write it down, but it was late,

and I was exhausted from working

all day in the garden, moving rocks.

Now, I remember only the flavor —

not like food, sweet or sharp.

More like a fine powder, like dust.

And I wasn’t elated or frightened,

but simply rapt, aware.

That’s how it is sometimes —

God comes to your window,

all bright light and black wings,

and you’re just too tired to open it.

(Dust by Dorianne Laux)

glimpses and whisperings... 

fragments…

a collage of words

with no meaning.

next time i'll open

the window….

Lift Your Eyes To The Stars

children need someone who will love and comfort

them…be there for them…a safe place to fall.

growing up without that in your childhood creates

a builder of walls…carefully constructed around the

heart so the hurt is kept at bay. add in an artist's

soul…a gypsy child…traveler…wanderer…the

one who never fit in…and the wall inches higher.

journaling has become my therapist of choice…

a place to exorcise all the ghosts from my past.

brick by brick the wall is tumbling down…

brick by brick the heart emerges to the

whispered words…

"lift your eyes to the stars…child…

and know you are loved"

Less Than…….

journaling has a way of excavating long held hurts.

working on this brought forth a muffled crack that led 

to the oozing up of entombed feelings…past and present.

i don't remember a time in my sixty one years of

living that i haven't been treated as less than my

male counterparts. our patriarchal society... for the most 

part... treats the hopes and dreams of the female spirit as

something frivolous…..less than….

    but….

WE are not...

I

am  

   not...

Who Needs a Good Laugh?

This is why I can't work in my studio with music playing…..

I got the music in me!
I got the music in me!
I got the MUSIC in ME!

A Gift from the Feathered Ones….

i'm taking an online art journaling class like nothing i've 

ever seen before. it's a visceral self exploration…opening

old wounds and allowing them to weep out the poisons

so they can heal properly…leaving only battle scars to

display proudly…..simple badges of courage. 

the last few nights my dreams have been filled with bees

and snakes while in the old pine tree behind my home

turkey vultures have been silently watching….sentinels…

 their messages ring in my ears…Bee whispering that

hard work will attain goals… Snake telling me

it's time to shed my old self and use my Sacred Feminine

Energy to regenerate…and Turkey Vulture reminding me

that with every death there is a rebirth…

 rebirth…

i like the feel of that word on my tongue...

…rebirth.

so this morning when i went to my bedroom window to greet

 the day i saw my gift…this magnificent feather…lying in the 

grass below my window…from turkey vulture.

rebirth….

it's time...

Forward -------->

if i had to set one goal for myself this year it would be to

keep moving forward. i'm giving myself permission

to fall…fail…step back…retreat…whatever…as long

as i dust myself off and get back on the right path…

forward…

------>

Thank You 2014…..

it took losing my job for me to begin living.

most of my adult life has been spent obsessing over

money…or the lack of it. for me it was never about

keeping up with the Jones…it was about keeping a

roof over our heads…dependable transportation…and

food on the table. i lost my job through no fault of my

own. the day i was given my walking papers should 

have debilitated me with fear…but it didn't. i never once

got that chills in the gut feeling because i knew….i

KNEW... the Universe would provide for me…and it

has. i have been blessed many times over since then.

my days are now filled with art…books…long walks

and a wonderment for life. i am so thankful for my

blessings…and the more thankful i've become…the more

blessed i have been. this has been a wonderful year…

thanks for all the answers 2014….

I Need A Do Over….

There is an African proverb that says "When an old

man dies…a library burns to the ground." 

I was never blessed with a Teller of Stories in my family.

I collected bits and pieces of the more legendary family

tales through the years without ever sitting down to question

the whys..whens…and what fors…from my elders. As I

ease into my senescent years there are so many regrets for

all the unasked questions..the missing puzzle pieces…

the loss of my history. I am lucky enough to have the

family bible (above) with recorded births and deaths

of my Mothers family…but I want the stories…the day to

day living of life goings ons…the silly..the sad..the brave…

the cowardly…I want to know about all the blue highways 

on the map to this thing I call…me. 

I've waited until the last library has burned to the ground….

I need a do over..

dEaR SaNtA…...

Alice decided telling little white lies this time of year

couldn't hurt….

allowed my inner child to make an appearance

tonight with her unabashed drawing…

i miss her...

Oh Deer…..

I always like giving meaningful gifts…

especially something I've made myself.

This Christmas I called upon Deer Spirit

to help me with my gifting. I used cast off antlers…

once used to connect these beautiful animals to the

higher energies...and crafted this key chain…

some earrings…and a necklace… in hopes of

 imparting the Grace…Gentleness…and 

the Intuitiveness of Deer Spirit into the lives

 of the recipients. 

As they carry with them the Magic…

Sacredness... and Peace... of the forest..

I ask that Deer Spirit give them guidance

in their daily living of life.

Decorating for Christmas

Well….I finally finished my Christmas decorating.

….this is it!

   LOL

Feeling Blessed…..

I love to greet each day on my porch..

coffee in hand…listening to the feathered

ones chittering amongst themselves as they

prepare for a new day. I sit…wrapped

in a blanket against the chill…

feeling blessed…

Thanksgiving 2014

Feeling thankful….

feeling blessed….

Alexander Jansson

i am simply in awe of Alexander Janssons art……..

Searching For Mr. Right

i got a little paint under my nails tonight…

i'll have to say i'm learning it's not so easy

to collage in a planner. i guess i need to

do a tip in with my collage and just do

the glue/sticker thingy on the pages.

still….i'm having fun!

The Living Studio - Yes Please!

Do you have a portable studio?

Jeanne Oliver is giving one away to celebrate the launch

of her The Living Studio | City Art Walks Around

 The World retreats and online classes! 

I've never had the privilege of attending an art

retreat. I can't even imagine how wonderful it

would be to spend time learning and talking 

with so many kindred spirits.

For those of us who can't make it to her retreats

she will be hosting a free online series featuring

videos of a variety of artists showcasing their 

techniques…Awesome Sauce!

Head on over to Jeanne Oliver Designs to read

all about this deliciousness and leave a comment for 

a chance to win your own portable studio!

Still….

You are much on my mind today…

I will look for you first in our next life...

The Meaning of Life Explained by Third Graders

The Meaning of Life Explained by Third Graders…

You don't have to be great to get started

but you have to get started to be great...

She had Colorful Dreams

dreams….

wakeful or shape shifting

among the stars

i hope yours are

colorful