The Goddess Pixie Campbell met up with me in the Portrait Party room for chocolates, drumming and the usual Goddess fare.
I dig that Pixie woman, even from across the oceans in the land of Not-Met-Yet.
I honour who she is, her bravery, honesty and true-ness.
I honour the way she cultivates the earth, grows with her chillun and nourishes her own Self.
I honour Goddess Pixie just as she is.
I am completely spellbound with the portrait she created of me – you can see it over on her blog.
Wise open (I meant to write wide open, but it came out that way) and laughing… inside my spirit she looks. I feel so very honoured by her creation.
My gosh, this Portrait Partying is pretty much the most fun ever.
One day we will circle, Pixie,
Make Super Model photo shoot.
“Levels: work Levels babe!”
“We iz suburban grunge”
“We iz modern dance”
Taken approximately five hours before we danced in front of Bobby Flynn wearing angel wings and cowgirl hats.
We were just warming up.
What do you do in parking lots?
My challenge to you this weekend is to go out and make parking lot art. Make those concrete jungles a place for beauty and creativity to bloom. (post a link in the comments if you do it)
Saturday afternoon was birthed clear and blue, shining and new.
What to create on a day such as this?
Souls driving out of the city
and into the southern alpine fields that kiss the feet of tender purple mountains.
A Sacred Sounds Concert on a healing retreat ~
friends, lovers, families, dear ones to celebrate sacred sounds.
Imagine making music because that’s what calls you,
that’s what frees you, that’s what makes community.
There are no mistakes, there is only sound, and there is only laughter,
as you make music together.
Imagine a circle of souls:
of healers, children, teachers, musicians, shamans, filipino tribal chiefs, artists, fairies and farmers
holding hands in one circle, in oneness,
in an old circlular cow shed
singing ohm together
until the sacred sound swirls around them
and dances up through the roof
making spirits creak and souls soar.
Imagine dancing like an eagle,
in a circle of dancing eagles,
with a goddess child in your arms.
Imagine a couple who love each other
tenderly, honestly and genuinely.
Who love this Earth and its people so much that they open their hearts and their land
to make a healing retreat and hold gatherings to come home to.
the entirely beautiful peter and gini
Imagine an incredible band who don’t make just music:
they make spirit and magic and dreams play harmony in the air.
Gorgeous George and their sublime drummer
Imagine the Andi and George band that make music that is your soul home.
Imagine them and then buy every single album they own,
because they deserve it and you deserve them.
You deserve their tilting, dancing, miraculous ocean music beauty in your heart.
Imagine bare feet
aching to tell
Imagine your friends, your circle sisters
swirling together into light and song and dance
there in the cow shed with you.
Angel and Freya
Imagine a gathering of souls and music
where dogs are just as much a part of the gathering
as anybody else.
Imagine a beautiful man who loves you
so deeply, unconditionally and acceptingly,
always gently watching from the corner,
always watching you fly.
Imagine a man who is a lake of reflection,
soaking it all into his depths,
letting the singing bowl and the didjeridoo
make their music inside him.
Imagine walking by the lake,
coming home to yourself and to the Earth,
strung in a necklace of Goddesses
who have become your tribe.
Imagine finding a woman who is like a twin to you.
Imagine her. She is coming. She has arrived.
Imagine reclaiming the Dance:
the Dance of Freedom, the Dance that makes you Glad,
the Dance your body longs to dance.
Imagine the Dance that isn’t about judgements or others,
it is the Dance of Being Alive and Barefoot and Grateful.
All I need to dance now
is hands beating drums
and the dirt floor of a cow shed.
All I need to dance now
is Mother Earth
kissing my bare feet
and Father Sun’s light
kissing my bare face and arms
and the sacred sound of our own hearts beating.
All we need is the sacred sound of our own hearts beating.
Imagine it… so it may be…
photo at our artists circle by my dear one kaylia
The wattles are in full and yellow bloom, glistening beside roads, releasing gold threads into the air. My life echoes those September wattles… full and blooming with many good and beautiful things. Book proposals, another solo art exhibition, organising womens circles, artist circles and retreats.
New possibilities emerge, and I learn the lessons of saying YES to what serves me, saying no to what wouldn’t flow with my life right now, and being still enough to hear and know the answers.
I feel so blessed to be actually living on so many levels what my dream truly is.
May we all know
that our dreams
are really, truly possible.
The lovely Magpie Girl and I decided to drink berry frappes at the Portrait Party together and draw each other’s personages.
Above is my ink and gouache and mixed media of her, below is the awesome altered photograph she created of me.
Magnificent Magpie Girl is also running a fortnightly Creativity Challenge at her blog now, encouraging all of us to expand our artsy horizons and partake in new mediums, experiments and creative screw-ups (I’m a big fan of mistakes which turn out to be miracles). First challenge is to alter a photograph and post the results (check them all out on the Flickr group). Go on, you know you want to.
Today, I wish for you to see
pure and utter magnificence
when you gaze at your hands.
love and light,