Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Brief Wanderings Off the Usual Path

I had every intention this morning of trying something different.  Maybe there would be some other craft that I needed to explore.  Let's see how that went.
First, I got all of my sewing supplies out.  I found some shiny, iridescent fabric.  I was ready to make some groovy little hand bags.  The sewing machine thought it was a good time to create string hair balls.  Not cool.
Second, here comes the clay.  It was pretty enjoyable making tiny stone benches, vines, bird baths, gazing balls and such for a fairy/gnome garden.  Took way too long and not as exciting as I had hoped with "Yep, that's nice." results.
Third, I had some mugs, plates and tiles out to create something with the china paint I have.  After the other projects tackled, this appeared to be a bigger task than I wanted to take on.  The results can be unpredictable and I would need to clear off, clean out and fire up the kiln.  Whew!
So, the feeling I got when I put everything away and stared at that basket of paint in front of me was pure relief.  I had proven that I didn't need to be messing with anything else right now except paint.  I'd wandered off the path, but it didn't take long to find it again. I grabbed a large sheet of watercolor paper, taped it to the wall and I was ready.  The music played, the incense burned and my hands were emerged in paint.  I was up on my feet bouncing around.  (I hadn't realized that was missing in my other projects.)
It didn't take long for this angel to appear.  The blue moon and swirling water (more to that than I feel like analyzing now) came first.  Then, to my surprise, a male figure formed.  I can't recall painting a man, especially through intuitive painting.  This became my first male angel.  I think he's pretty swell. 

Monday, August 27, 2012

Gotta' Paint!

I wish I had started taking pictures of this process sooner.  I was just amazed by what the children were creating...together.  I have jumped into a process of creating called intuitive painting with great joy.  (More on that later.)  It looks like the boys have been watching me quite a bit.  I had a paper up on the wall ready to go, music playing and they stepped right in and took over. 
 I just stepped aside and watched.  Only the yellow circles were on the paper when they began.  They didn't question what or how they were painting.  They allowed the colors to fall on the paper as they felt directed.   It was like a dance between the three of them, the image and the two painters. 

 That owl was just waiting to appear. This process is so freeing. I am so thankful my children felt compelled to jump in too!

Friday, August 17, 2012


If you do something with love, it's right.  It will open a new door.  (Though, you may still trip over the threshold and fall right into it.)  It will take you where you want to go.  The change that comes with your soul's evolution can be mind boggling.  Find the flow and you can soar through the winds of change.  I like to think that I'm floating along in a little canoe with my toes dipping in the water. 
Am I lost?  No.  Remember, not all who wander are lost. -J.R.R Tolkien  Feel free to wander with me...it's fun!

Just added a few new paintings.  I found them on my journey in the canoe.

With love,

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Life Isn't Meant to be Taken Seriously

I've learned to stop asking that question.  Each time I ask it, I get knocked down on my knees with more of life's challenges than dog hairs on my yoga pants.  Why?  I found out I was taking life too seriously , MY life that is.  I wasn't laughing, climbing trees, painting, singing, gazing at the clouds, or riding unicorns (Yes, I said riding unicorns.  That will have to be expanded on in a future post.).  Realizing that I had this unfortunate perspective felt like I was living in someone else's body. 

Change, lots of it, came next.  I embrace change now because I know it has to happen in order to evolve.  And you sure can't climb a tree in the middle of a desert.  Whoever and wherever you are, change can be painful to say the least.

 I'm still making those changes.  I like to think the hardest ones are done for now. I'm able to take life a whole lot less seriously. I have so many more times that I catch myself laughing like when the dog slams his face into the wall while chasing a toy (of course he wasn't hurt, I'm not that kind of person) or when my son tells me his Zodiac sign is "Virgin".  And you better believe I'm finding lots of time to paint.  I can't get enough of it.  I was painting so much with my hands this summer that they were red and itchy the next morning.  (Guess where that set of paints was made.)  I laughed that one off too as I soaked my hands in a homemade remedy that a good friend of mine cooked up.  

I don't know where I'm headed, but I'm making the most of my journey.  As the amazing J.R.R Tolkien once said, "All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken..."

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Love and light,