Welcome to Ramblings where I write about my adventures, conversations with Land, healing and creativity, painting the landscape of your soul, the web of life, and being creative. Join in the conversation by adding your comments and experiences.
Reoccurring daydream: I’m walking down the street; the people that I pass smile and say hello. The Sky is clear, the Air is fresh, Trees shimmer, Birds sing joyous songs. To myself, I say, this is a beautiful world. And for me I remember, it is not a dream, in my heart this is how I know the world.
join the conversation! 9.18.2015
Have we forgotten, as we walk through the world, that we are walking within a living being, Mother Earth?
join the conversation! 9.18.2015 at the Ghost Ranch in New Mexico
Intuitive painting invites my all knowing creative muse to show me what I need to explore, via color shape and form. Kind of like- a call and response with myself for self growth and sheer joy.
Over the years of doing intuitive painting I’ve noticed that there are reoccurring shapes and colors- a personal visual mythology, that comes forth as my intuitive self speaks to me. Often similar images will show up as I continue to explore and heal an aspect of me.
We take for granted the spontaneous magical things that happen all the time around us.
Magic, for me, is showing up in the form of Hummingbird this summer. A month ago I was tapped on the forehead by Hummingbird, who might have confused the smell of my jasmine tea and my flower headband as a food. Or it was a tap on my third eye from the Divine to pay attention.
Hummingbird also comes to my balcony, and some time when I am very still it will come to about 6 inches of my head. Coincidence? I don’t believe so. More it’s the Web of Life reminding me of the magic all around us.
I was sitting in a long line of traffic a few weeks back and ten feet off to my drivers side window was a dead young pregnant deer, mixed in with branches and soda bottles.
Her eyes were wide open!
I Cried-- Cried for the loss of these beautiful beings. Cried for the LOVE that filled me.
This painting is what is on my wall. I am waiting for the next brushstroke, the next creative breath, the next time grace fills me.