“We live in a world of theophanies. Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. Life wants to lead you from crumbs to angels, but this can happen only if you are willing to unwrap the ordinary by staying with it long enough to harvest its treasure.”
~ Macrina Wiederkehr
another signature commission…
yes, i’ve been quiet. i need to be. there are things ruffling and lingering and sticking to my chest a cold that won’t go away. it’s all a blessing, just a little uncomfortable in the process.
whatever it may be, i feel sure that it is all perfectly as it needs to be. that i am exactly where i am supposed to be. all this stickyness is propelling me forward into a world and a future and a promise and a destiny
“Dive deeply into the miracle of life and let the tips of your wings be burnt by the flame, let your feet be lacerated by the thorns, let your heart be stirred by human emotion, and let your soul be lifted beyond the earth.” ~ Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan “Call of the Dervish”
at the start of the year, i wrote this blog entry on my cousin’s birthday. dobbo and i grown up together, and fallen out of contact for a few years. we both had been looking for each other, and on his birthday, i made the wish we would reconnect.
it only took six months for my wish to be heard. today i got an email from dobbo.
the blessings moon is shining.
just put your wishes out there to the universe and in time, they will come.
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. A woman who honors her experiences and tells her stories. Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life. Imagine a woman who believes she is good. A woman who trusts and respects herself. Who listens to her needs and desires, and meets them with tenderness and grace. Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past’s influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past. Who has healed into the present. Imagine a woman who authors her own life. A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf. Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and to her wisest voice. Imagine a woman who names her own gods. A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness. Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life. Imagine a woman in love with her own body. A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is. Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource. Imagine a woman who honors the face of the Goddess in her changing face. A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom. Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life. Imagine a woman who values the women in her life. A woman who sits in circles of women. Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets. Imagine yourself as this woman.
painting my dreams from my “things to do this life” list into two long panels to sit on my wall and remind me everyday where to reach. where to adventure into.
“Be bold — and mighty forces will come to your aid. “ ~ Basil King
“Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot where dreams may go.” ~ Louise Driscoll
“When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.” ~ Cynthia Heimel
“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.” ~ Howard Thurman
. creating . art table . a furry attention seeking dog . french kiss. flip flops over a french kevin kline. why am i so affected by movies? . dreams of another time another place another yearning . wet rain, cold weather, a sore throat . $4 canvasses on sale (hurrah!) . books and words . dutch almond cakes . paintings of dogs, spirit people, mountains, collaging. splattered pastels with dreams over the top . updated art & photography galleries . new things. i eat tamarillos. i vision with a purple candle. i see angels in its flame.
wishing you these days. these normal, ordinary, rainy days, filled with simple delights, paint on fingers and angels in candleflame.