There are other colors…I’m sure of it!

Wouldn’t be nice if everyone could get that everything is not black or white?  I mean, sure…I’m a pretty black and white person when it comes to murder, child abuse, animal abuse, planet abuse…. the horrid stuff like that.   But hey, there’s a lot of other colors out there ranging from grey to white.  It’s not the worst thing in the world to try and understand someone else’s point of view once in a while.  You don’t have to adopt it.  Just stand in their shoes, momentarily,  and see of you can get where they’re coming from.

It would be so boring if everyone believed the same thing, wore the same thing, looked the same way!  Yuck!  Diversity of opinion is not such a bad thing.  And if you can’t get on board with someone else’s opinion,lifestyle, belief…… I’m saying…..at least treat the other person with some respect.  Realize that you don’t have all the answers, that we need diversity in this country in order to overcome our obstacles. Give peace a chance….be a little more moderate in your arguments today and try not to be so inflammatory.  Send some peaceful energy out into the universe.  We all need it.

It’s more obvious for some than for others.

What do you do when you just don’t know the answer?  I have spent a lot of my life not knowing the answers to a lot of questions that well meaning people have asked me over the years.  I am a bona fide expert in this field.  For instance, I was always in awe of my friends and family who knew definitively what they wanted to do.  To be honest, I often wondered if they were lying.  lol.  I mean how did they know at 18 that they wanted to be a doctor or teacher or whatever? I say, good for all of you people who knew and know what you wanted to do or be.  Even better if you knew the how, and why, and wherefores.  Those of you who knew/know all that don’t need to read further.  As a matter of fact, you should probably share with the rest of us how you did that.  But for those of you who are not always sure like me….read on.

I often will look to the past to try and help me navigate the future.  But in truth, the past is just the past.  It’s not the future.  It’s not even always a good predictor of the future.  Mainly because we are not the “self” from our past.  We’ve changed and hopefully grown into a whole new person. So…strike that technique to find answers off the list.

I know people who will look to other successful people for answers.  That might be a good technique for some… but for me…. not so much.  Because,  I am not that other person.  And if I am doing what someone else says they did, well it might be okay for a minute, but ultimately I’m not going to react the same way they did forever. And it’s not who I am.  It’s not authentic for me.   So I had to strike that idea too.

So what does work?  What is the “answer” (literally and figuratively)? It took me awhile to realize that the answers are not as important as the questions.  That’s right, you heard it here.  Our society seems to be answer driven.  But what about the lessons we learn as we journey to the answer?  What about that huh?   What about the unfolding in time so that we have a chance to internalize the lesson? It seems to me that the “good” answers are the ones that show up in our lives from a lesson we learned.  Not because we skipped the lesson and went right to the answer.  I know it’s what we all want, instant gratification.  Hey, I’m right there with you.  I’m all about instant gratification.  Unfortunately, the glow from instant gratification sure doesn’t last very long.  And then, you’re right back where you started.  Lost.

What it comes down to is this, for me……I don’t know how to find the answers other than to just live the journey.  That means living with the unknown and sometimes unknowable. So, mostly my prayer is to ask the right questions, to have the strength to live with them, and to recognize the answers when they show up in my life.  TA DA!!   Pretty dang wise you say?  I have to agree.

All the better (a repost from a couple of years ago)

okay so this one was a doozy.  I went back and re-read Little Red Riding Hood and it was just as odd as I remembered.  So I get that this is a metaphor for young girls being preyed upon as they come into puberty.  A not so subtle one.   And I get that the whole moral is that you should not stray off the path or there will be trouble.   But this whole thing just irks the hell out of me.

Why would you let your young daughter go wandering off in the woods in the first place, and if you know that she does silly things and can’t keep her attention on the path….then why send her? And if the grandmother couldn’t come and get her own supplies then she shouldn’t be living alone in the woods.  Just saying.  And in every version I read, there seems to be a kind of flirtiness and a sort of sly sensuality between Red and the Wolf.  They both seem on the creepy side to me.

Yet, this story never seems to go away.   It seems to be part of our consciousness.  Something about flirting with danger and the wild side of ourselves….maybe……something about I can handle myself if I do get off the path and if I can’t , some guy with an axe will come and save me….maybe. Something about death and rebirth…possibly.   Some archetypal images are strong and there’s a good reason I suspect.  So I get the strength of this story…it still just irks me…lol

Possibly it irked me the most when I read the ending.  After conquering the wolf (he dies),having her grandmother reborn from the wolf’s stomach,  and being saved by the woodsman…  Red Riding Hood heads home…and she says to her herself, “i should have listened to my mother.  I didn’t and that’s what got me into trouble.  But at least I never forgot my manners…my “please” and “thank you.”   Thank goodness for that right?  She never lost her ladylike manners in the midst of bloodshed and mayhem and trauma. ACCKK!!  That’s me coughing up a big old red riding hood and the wolf furball.

In my Spare time (new listings)

So in my spare time…I create.  Little moments stolen from the demands of life in a big family.  I haven’t made the time lately to make sure that my listings were updated on Etsy.  But I did today.  Woot! And it is very cool sometimes to see all of this artwork together and realize that you can create a body of work in those small moments.  You can.

 

Alien Thoughts bear channel Choose thoughts that bring relief claim your strength you are not that fragile Culturally transmitted madness Driving the Prejudice Vehicle is a dead end job hush hush I Am You I know you by your opposites listen as hard as you can mostly just a dream mother maiden crone Not bone tired but heart tired objects of scrutiny Once there existed a golden time One day at a time Playing the part despite her ancient knowledge Rabbit Requiem of doubt secure in the strength she was born with Some angel that wanted you to choose to breathe Tell The Truth The magic never left you The Unique Ones tired of watching every step waiting on the next step to be revealed what goes on in the pauses What if you're just too damn tired whispering fairy tales to my inner child

Processing…

Sometimes it’s hard to show up in whatever practice you’ve decided on.  So I find that some evenings when I finally get the time to sit down….I don’t want to journal.  But, I know, for myself, that if I don’t I feel unfinished.  Left undone.  Like forgetting to brush your teeth or wash your face.  That’s what journaling does for me at the end of the evening, it leaves me a little cleaner…with a little more clarity at the end of the day.  And those days I don’t want to show up…those are the days when I most need to.  But sometimes I just don’t or can’t. I don’t beat myself up over it…but I feel it in an uneasy way until I’m back on track.  That small uneasy feeling…that’s when you know you’re going in the wrong direction.  Sometimes it seems too…that the days I don’t want to show up are the days when I dislike the message on the page.  Which is another reason to show up in your practice.  Because it’s all about the whole thing…the ugly and the beautiful, the good and the bad, the light and the dark.  Every artist knows that a piece of art is not really very good without all of those.  Just saying.sisters

Flow…New Work

I tend to work in bunches, on several paintings at one time…. A lot of people ask me where I get creative ideas. I don’t think you get them…I think it’s a muscle. You keep on and keep on and one day it’s like turning on a faucet…you get a few drips and then the next day it’s overflowing and etc. It seems to me that it’s about getting more and more in touch with yourself. That’s not just a cliché….the more you practice (copy, learn muscle memory, etc) the closer you can come to just letting “you” flow down a brush or pencil or pen onto the page. That’s my take on it for what it’s worth.

Wading thru life

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What if

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 .Dear Lord

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Not moving

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surprised

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The truth is

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Fall and All

"Grounded Bear"

“Grounded Bear”

Already?  It’s Fall already?  Sometimes I feel like my life is a blender and it’s set on whirl 24/7. Everything just whirls by and I can’t catch hold except in moments of quiet art making.  Or…that’s my justification lol, for taking the time out to create.  I don’t need justification, I know that, but apparently my subconscious does not.  So I find myself taking moments to ground, contemplating grounding things.  Like Bear.  He quietly goes to ground in the fall and dreams away the winter.  He will miss the blues and greys and white of winter for the most part.  So I gave him a few color palettes to dream with.

Breaking out

It’s okay to break away from who you thought you were….who you decided you would be at a certain age.  It’s okay to let go of that person in your mind and just be who you are.  It isn’t always comfortable or easy.  But in the end, I’m pretty sure it’s for the best.  Journaling is a good way to do that for me.  I often get these messages , from myself ,when I’m in the flow and not thinking very much.

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