Monthly Archives: September 2010

Goddess Allsorts: You are Spectacular

by Leonie Dawson on September 30, 2010

Dear darlingest Goddess You,

Again I have foraged in ze forests of ze internets to find you juicy berries of succulence!

Just call me Little Red Riding Hood… but less eaten by wolves, and you know, more running with them, or something 😉

Here’s all the glorious goddess goodies I found you from my basket…

Adore this dad’s crafting with kids blog: Made by Joel

How to write a book (a wee rant) from Patti Digh. Totally helpful, wonderful and useful.

Tools from the Plant Kingdom – a beautiful post by my Goddess sister Pixie.

These collections of photos are stunning: goddess, birth, bellies

try and watch this without falling in love…

this birth story is beautiful

silly but anthem-ish! wooooo! yes! i believe in miracles!

Very, very helpful guide to knowing if you are pregnant:

Found via This Blog Rules

Things Are Going To Be Different on Offbeat Mama :: adore this

How to: be an Artist-Goddess-Mama

This video on Nie Nie is just beautiful :: about faith, life & motherhood…

How to build a meal sized salad

This image is incredibly stunning

Incredibly touching… “like father like daughter“:

One of the best pieces of advice that my dad has given me is this: “You can’t parent perfectly; your only measure of success is your children’s ability to parent even better than you and your willingness to support them in that process.”

Lauren at VisionWise makes the most incredible, healing, intuitive necklaces

I am so touched – an artwork inspired by my meditations!

Found anything scrumptious/inspiring/divine/yummy lately?

Show me show me show me!

you make birds sing,

Peek into the Creative Goddess Studio of Jolie Guillebeau

by Leonie Dawson on September 28, 2010

Hola gorgeous Goddesses!

Today’s studio peek is into the creative goddess studio of Jolie Guillebeau.

Jolie believes in honoring stories through paint. When she’s not painting, she’s experimenting with recipes, or knitting, or reading stories. She creates her story now in Portland, Oregon with her husband Chris– who is the best listener. She tells her story here.

What do you create?

Paintings, mostly. But hopefully, those paintings create joy. That’s my ultimate goal. I think of them more like small bits of me that find their way to the wall of a child’s room, or to a spot near a favorite chair. And there they look down and offer happy thoughts, or reminders of good things. It’s a bit corny, I know, but I’m okay with that. I guess I just hope I create happy memories, and powerful stories when people look at my work.

Where do you create?

I create in my half of our spare room. Though to be fair, I probably have 60% of the room instead of just my half. Apparently, painting takes up more space than writing.

I also create in a cane backed rocker next to the biggest window in the house, since this is where I do most of my writing and thinking. I love this chair. So does Libby the cat– she stalks the chair, and the moment I get up for a glass of water, she jumps in it and curls up pretending to be asleep. She doesn’t fool me though.

And I create outside with my portable easel. I love exploring Portland on my bike with my easel on my back, finding a spot that says, “Paint here!” This is my favorite part. I love being outside with my easel and my paints. It centers me.

When do you create?

I’m not a morning person. Not at all. I work best from 2-6pm, which works out pretty well, because that’s when the light is best for landscape painting (This summer, I’m working on a series of landscape paintings en plein air). So I run errands, answer emails, and go to yoga class in the mornings. Then I come home, eat lunch, and write my morning pages before I work for a bit. The goal is one painting every weekday. Once that painting is done, then I’m happy with myself. If it’s not done, then I’m grumpy and useless. I’ll attempt to knit, or write, or cook, or create something else, but it’s all feels pointless if I haven’t painted that day.

I love watching people paint… here’s a video of gorgeous Jolie doing her thing…

Why do you create?

A simple answer is that I create to honor the Creator. Because I believe that we were created to create. To make stuff. To find the thing we’re best at and do it. For me that’s painting, which is why all the other stuff becomes pointless if I’m not painting.

But there’s more to it. I paint because I get grumpy, when I don’t. I paint because I learn more about myself and the world by looking at it through my painting eyes. I paint because it makes me feel strong and centered. I paint because I love color. I paint because I love the way brushes feel and the way paint squishes on to the palette. I paint to reclaim happy memories and find good in all the crazy infuriating confusing parts of of life. I paint to tell my own story. I paint to draw others in to my story with me, because when they look at my paintings they know part of me.


Thank you so much gorgeous Jolie for this scrumptious peek into your studio… you = wonderful x 1000.

To check out more of Jolie’s world + work, visit

you can make magic happen,

A Very Allan Outing

by Leonie Dawson on September 27, 2010

Hola my darlingheart,

I hope you don’t find this odd. It’s just how we roll.

When I was little, we would go on family picnics.

But not to normal picnic places – like parks or beaches.

No, we’d have family picnics at the cemetery. We’d spend days on blankets, wandering between tombstones, reading the names, the ages, the dates.

My beautiful Great Aunt Lucy, a fire-haired fairy, would come with us in her best finery – swirling long dresses, looping necklaces and wrists filled with wide bangles. She’d dance her way through the graves, and say:

I just love coming here. It’s just like visiting old friends!

You see, Proserpine Cemetery isn’t just any cemetery – it’s got our ancestors in it. Five generations on both sides of my family have lived here in Proserpine.

And now my brother lives there.

But, you know, he doesn’t really live there.

He’s everywhere.

But we still go visit him there anyway.

Like Aunty Lucy says,

it’s just like visiting friends.

There’s been times we’ve visited with all our tribe – grandmother, parents, nieces, nephews, siblings, partners.

We sit around on his grave, and we laugh and talk.

Some people leave flowers on graves.

Our family?

You can always tell we’ve visited my brother by the lollies being left there.

Usually butterscotch.

Today, my big sister, me & Ostara went to visit Starry’s Uncle Clinty.

We didn’t leave butterscotch this time.

Instead, we left a slice of chocolate coconut ice.

And ate some ourselves.


I think Clinty likes ze variety.

And I introduced Starry to her Uncle Clinty.

But it was less about introducing and more about…

Remember how your Uncle Clinty guided you down out of the stars to us?

He loves you so very much.

We all do.

And we took family photos.

Because that’s how we roll.

And we talked to our brother.

Asked his advice.

Told him about everything.

We laughed.

And we ate more Chocolate Coconut Slice.

And we sat and looked out over the mountains.

And I said:

Ya know? I don’t think Clinty is any more here than he is everywhere else. I feel him just as much in the mountains as I do here.

And sis said:

I know. I feel him everywhere. We don’t have to visit anywhere to be with him.

And it’s true.

My brother is all around us. And we can talk to him anytime. He is just as much right here as he is right there.

But it’s fun to go visit friends anyway.

And have cemetery picnics, and eat chocolate coconut ice.

I’m so grateful – for all of this.

The more I travel in this world, the more I see that all there really is is love.

All the love in the universe,