Studio Friday: Playtime

Studio Friday’s topic this week is Playtime. The delightful Tine encouraged us to find odd objects around the house, and paint with them.

It was delicious to let go of all expectation or conformity, and let the objects have their wiley way with paint.

Acrylic paints were used, along with:

:: a shell
:: some twine
:: my fingers
:: fishing wire (to drag paint around)
:: soft necklace string
:: a hair band
:: wood shavings
:: crumpled paper
and… the le creme de le creme
:: a soft ribbed piece of plastic called the “SCREAMER sexual enhancer” ~ purchased years ago on a road trip. It was in the bathroom of a truck stop, in one of those handy $1 dispensers. I thought it was so funny, I bought one as a memento of our trip and it has adorned my desk ever since. Using it as a paint stamp is probably not what the manufacturers had in mind, but it worked a treat. 😉

After using them… I immortalised them all by gluing them on and making them an integral part of the canvas.

*tons of fun*


Wildish heart

Wildish heart, from the Lioness Journal set.

“And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.

And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.

Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into the river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.”

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes, “Women who run with the wolves

This book awakens me, enlivens me, leaves me breathless in the knowing that surges. It holds a light to my cells until I see that I am blazing and wise, from the microscopic parts of me, to the magnificent.

I grow my hair so it falls tangled down my back, and each night when I read this book I dream wildly and whimsically. Last night I held newspaper and incense sticks in my arms, my baby gone in the tsunami. I have drifted into dark places and played groundhog day until I could fathom the courage to face what I feared. I have circled with women in the deepness of the night, still learning my lessons even as I sleep. And I have heard the call of the goddess so loudly I have awoken to find myself bleeding.

This is not the undertaking of the book alone. It is the sum of all my life melding into a spiritual tapestry. It is the countless goddesses and gods that surround me. It is the awakening of the creative snake within me that reinvents, relives and recreates. It is being mindful and meditative. It is the thrill of being truthful about what I want and who I am. It is the discovery of myself, molecule by molecule, story by story, dream by dream, moment by moment.

“If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets.”
~ Attar

Team Extreme

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I can’t remember the last time I have been so sore from laughing.

Today was a miraculous adventure. As I write these words, giggles burble up in my chest as I think of our afternoon. It all started simply enough: some time ago, my workplace decided that as a “team building” exercise everyone would participate in an afternoon of paintball. I rejected the idea on the basis that it was a waste of paint, and along with four other gladness~warriors declared that none of our hands would hold guns.
So the call went out: let’s do something different.
We considered the pub. A picnic. Something nagged me however to search further.
Let’s not just do something different. Let’s do something MIRACULOUS.
Dave gets kudos for the idea, and I am overjoyed that it encapsulated an item from my Things to Do this Life list.

We went a~sailing on the lake that our building looks over. Miraculous indeed, especially since only one out of the five had any sailing experience. {I giggle at this}

So we drove there, madly screeching in a tiny car, as Nick’s head stuck out of the sun roof. We get two boats ~ a yacht and a catamaran. Captain Dave {of the sailing experience} gets the yacht, along with Lile and Diana, the Ladies of the Lake. Nick and I take on the catamaran, deciding in our infinite wisdom that as we had both vaguely been on a boat before, our two half~experiences must make for one whole captain. Besides, we had matching Croc shoes which we felt gave us superhero powers.

First point of business was naming our catamaran. We settled on H.G.L.S. Tobias {Her Goddess Leonie’s Ship}. We spent the next hour drifting in the breeze, extreme sailing and re-enacting the Sydney-to-Hobart Yacht Race with Captain Dave’s jolly yacht. We also decided pirating might be amusing, and managed to sidle up to Dave’s yacht.

Extreme sailing consists of behaving in an uproarious manner. I feel I have successfully comandeered this skills, so to assist you in your sailing endeavours, I have compiled the following list:
1. Even when the wind dies down {ESPECIALLY when the wind dies down}, lean backwards out of the boat at outrageous angles, yelling wildly technical yachty terms out.
2. At regular intervals, call SWAP SIDES! and dive to the other side of the boat like your life depends on it.
3. Regularly change your goal of direction. Decide that going backwards is actually the way you wanted to go anyway.
4. Windless? No problem. Turn on the turbo charge. The turbo charge switch is hidden from regular view. It exists only in the realms of the infinitely creative. Sit at the back of the boat, put your feet in the water, and kick like mad. Not only will you get an excellent leg workout, you’ll get deliciously wet and forget you’re not actually moving anywhere.
5. Make up secret hand signals for EXTREME. Extreme means you get to lie on your back and look at the sky, asking the Goddess to bless you with wind. Now, THAT’s extreme.
6. When all else fails in managing to secure a wind, ignore the rudder thingy and sail string {highly technical instruments} and sit on the side of the boat playing Japanese Paper-Rock-Scissors.
7. If you laugh loud enough, you MAY sail faster. Even if you don’t… you’ll still be laughing.

So there you are. The secrets of Team Extreme.

Label everything as being extreme… and you start seeing as being EXTREME… and life will be an adventure.

we went to HIGH TEA at the Hyatt. The Hyatt is an ancient five star hotel that puts on pricey but devishly good banquets of cakes. We walked in all wet and soggy, put on our best English accents, and incredible desserts until we could no more. Then Oompa Loompas rolled us out to our car, and we squeeled back over the bridge again.

I feel like I just had a big fat miracle afternoon.
An EXTREME adventure.

{I’m so glad we chose the miraculous option over the pub}

love each and every piece…

“Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each separate fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.”

~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

being okay

Can I be okay
with not being okay
all the time
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“If you want to catch beasts you don’t see everyday,
You have to go places quite out of the way.
You have to go places no others can get to.
You have to get cold and you have to get wet, too.”
~ Dr. Seuss

Can I be okay with not writing everyday?
With learning to hold on to my lessons until they are ready to fruit?

These are my lessons right now.

My blessings, and my lessons.