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Post Cards from Wonderland!

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As Tuesday morning dawned, I woke, wrapped in the magic weighted blanket, and trying to figure out how a whole book skeleton had appeared in my dreams. Then I decided to just be grateful for the gift! And really excited!

You’ve Had the Magic All Along® lives! (Again!!!)

Most of my day was spent graphing out the design, listing chapter titles, and matching them with art to create wisdom cards for tweens & teens. Talk about huge fun!!!

Next came a meeting with my publisher buddy who asks really good questions. All things considered, it beats the socks off the news!

Then, the magic went on. I woke this morning, humming Somewhere Over the Rainbow! Literally!

A bit of research was in order. Turns out that song (which you are quite possibly humming, too) was written for the film, The Wizard of Oz, in 1939, which just might have felt much like today feels! This was the first time, by the way, that one of my paintings has serenaded me in my sleep!

And the magic went on…

My #Apothecary paint videos which, mysteriously, weren’t working yesterday, were feeling much more cooperative today. It was time to ponder a sigil (sort of like a symbol) for the presence of my sovereign self in the world! That felt like an enormous question, especially now!

I watched and wondered and doodled. I mused and muttered and doodled some more. And then, I knew! I couldn’t think of something to add to my canvas because that exact symbol was already there! (Well, my version of it!)

Yep… I’ve shared it before, when I didn’t know why it had appeared. And, I’m counting on you to understand that I didn’t follow the directions so much as I noticed and wondered!

That’s it! The thing that looks rather like a purple eyeball. Technically, it’s my I Am Here! mark and it’s located next to an upper case “E” which is the last letter of the word Courage, deep in the under-layers of paint. The red “pupil” is my thumb print. An ancient sign for I Am Here!

That feels like the clearest thing I can possibly claim in this world, now. I suspect Dorothy would have related!

Glinda, who graciously volunteered for art duty on the upcoming book cover, gave me high fives for listening deep!

ps… as it happens, listening deep is one of my favorite things! Especially with folks like you, plotting magic in the world. If you’re ready for some help along the way, let’s talk! 45 min. My gift! You bring your dream, a cuppa, and something for notes. A Red Thread might be handy, too. We’ll ponder next right things and what it could look like to work together… Just click here and the calendar elves will hook you up. And hurry… my calendar is filling up!

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More Real Truth???

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One of the reasons I write is to help me figure out the chaos of our world. Chaos which often takes over my dreams. To externalize it and watch for patterns.

Punctuation helps, too, in an odd sort of way! You know… intentional pauses and emphasis.

And, Morning Pages help a lot. Actual pen and paper. Texture and motion and causing newness to appear in manageable chunks. Tea, too, of course!

Here, though, is the real secret for me. Morning Pages happen right after Dream Time! Last night was a really big time for that. Well, early morning, really.

With some help from my old teacher/friend, Walter Brueggemann, I had wandered off to sleep pondering the notion of speaking with Creators.

From my tattered copy of Walter’s book, Finally Comes the Poet:

…it is the voice of human hurt and hope that evokes the presence and response of God (p.51).

Here’s the thing, though…

What I heard in my dream was the connection between all the lunatic evil of our time and the desire of proudly fallen humans to be more than Creators. To be controller-in-chief. Owner. Maker of all choices.

To own people and to decide who matters.

Which brought me, of course, to the voices of the paintings on the wall. Yep! The one you see, above. A very early work of mine, called Codex. I put the brush down and signed the back in 2018. (Maybe 2019 – it’s too big to get off the wall to check!)

An adventure of claiming Creation and – for me, at least – my place within it. Symbols. Lots of prayer dots. Claiming the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine next to each other. El and Asherah.

The core problem of the Epstein gang, and those who continue to support and shield them, is their unwillingness to be part of something greater…. where everyone matters. Instead, we have way, way too many people wanting to be like him!

You’ve heard me quote this before…I matter. You matter. We matter. And knowing that THIS is the kind of mattering that matters!

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I would say “Ooops!” but…

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Real truth? My inner calendar is all haywire what with holy-days and chaos and what not. And today got pretty hectic in an inner sort of way. Thus, this is late in appearing!

The highlight was our Red Madonna circle meeting. Holding space. All the feelings welcome. Support along the Red Thread. And the beginning of plans for the coming year. (Stay tuned!)

Then, painting progress. In an odd way, kind of like watching the news. Chaos. Feelings. Meaning. Tears, too. And absolutely no idea what comes next!

Yep, it’s #Apothecary, which has a lot to do with the “medicine” we need. Blessedly, I’ve done this before so I’m in for the road trip because I know I’ll wind up in a place with information I need.

I’m grateful for that knowing… especially with new writing hatching in my dreams. And, that’s where I’m headed, now!

May your dreams be the medicine you long for in this moment!!!

ps… you ARE enough!!!

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From Deep Within the Cave…

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I slept. Well, sort of. Mostly, I wandered in dream-land, sorting — apparently — the chaos of our time. When I began to wake, there were six words in my awareness.

Black Saturday.

Now I know more.

Between times. Deep, deep loss. Fear. Darkness. Massive uncertainty. Not just the old, old story on which huge numbers of humans have chosen to focus their identity, but also the context of this time.

I suspect many, many of my ancestores — our ancestors — knew this feeling. This un-knowing.

How long will the darkness last?

Will we have hears to hear?

For this moment, I’m choosing — again — to follow her.

And hope!

ps… want some company on the Hope-path? Sensing a call? Hunting magic for your basket? Let’s talk! Just click here and ask the calendar elves to hook you up with 45 min. My gift. The world needs all of us it can get!

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Scrap Quilt Brain Day!

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My conscious day began with a scary sound. You know the kind! Oddly high-pitched, and coming from the direction of the front window, which is where the TV lives.

It wasn’t chirpy bird sounds, though I was hoping it was. It was quite regular. Drippy. Peeking out the windows & front door didn’t help. Nothing likely happening next door. My next thought was the dreaded basement. A bit of Hardy Boys help from the Legendary Husband ruled out – you know – floods.

About that time, I decided tea was in order. And, news! Frankly, the potential flood was more more fun!

The US Supreme Court, battling over Birthright Citizenship. Let’s start with the reported presence of POTUS in the public gallery during the oral arguments, for the first time, ever. Intimidation springs to mind, and I object… but let’s move on from that!

The next thing that sprung into my mind was a song from the Broadway play, 1776, probably because the current Attorney General is a guy named John Sauer. Thus…

Sit down, John! Sit down, John! For God’s sake, John, sit down!

In the play, the reference was to John Adams who was, at least, making sense back in the day.

Apparently, today’s actual event got boring because MS NOW reported that POTUS headed back to the gold (Oops! White) House with nothing resolved.

I, however, have more words in my head. You’ve probably heard me quote the ones from my Intentional Creativity® heritage, before.

I matter. You matter. We matter.

And, my own addition to them…

Mattering Matters!

And, that, dear friend, is what this whole us and them debate is about. “Leaders” who want to matter MORE than everybody else. To decide who matters and what the only right things are to think. Kratos!

I, as you’ve no doubt guessed, OBJECT!

And that takes us straight to the scrappy notion of MetaModern… the place where many things are true and not all of them get along very well. The place where we live! The place where we can choose what to create out of all those scraps. So… off with the news!

I’m off to research geese which live in Florida swampy places. Really! It seems my #Mother Nature painting has requested the symbolic presence of the Holy Spirit! And such geese apparently have pink legs and feet! (Patience, please… photo to follow!)

It’s kind of an odd way to matter, but it feels better and that, as the old saying goes, ain’t nothin’!

Love it if you’d leave a comment, below, and let me know how mattering is happening in your world! (In a scrap quilt world like this, it’s going to take a whole bunch of us!!!)

ps… want some more info on the whole MetaMod thing? Check out my Wisdom Cards… Survival skills for here & now!

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My knees had an idea!

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Ali Velshi, one of my favorite MS NOW buddies, is telling stories on TV. Stories, we might say, of how we got to this day, known as NO KINGS DAY #3.

Here’s one of my favorite quotes…

“IN AMERICA, TRUE POWER RESTS IN THE HANDS OF PEOPLE!”

My inner editor, who lives inside a body with challenges like sore hands and cranky knees, might make one little change, though:

“IN AMERICA, TRUE POWER RESTS IN THE HEARTS OF PEOPLE!”

And, realistically, in their WORDS!

I began my personal march with organic ginger tea and one of my favorite red pens. Yep… Morning Pages! The photo, above, is a peek. And, yes, I am definitely in Grammy Tales® mode!

As I scribbled, the magic began to happen. This idea connecting with that thought. Book characters carrying signs. (Okay… in my imagination!) What would Glinda and Lily Rose and Madam Margaret (aka, my 8th grade English teacher!) have to say in this moment?

Then, an important piece of the puzzle appeared! You see, I needed a bad guy character. The kind who thinks everybody needs to think what he tells them to think. (You hear me!) Not so much a specific person, as an archetype. Familiar, from age-old stories, way before cable news. Research was involved!

Turns out the dusty answer was lurking in long-ago memories of Baby Greek School! Perhaps, you’ve already guessed…

Kratos!!!

…this character embodies the very essence of the name – an unstoppable force driven by both vengeance and the pursuit of strength.

And, yes… they live on. That’s where we come in!

People literally dancing in the streets. A familiar woman who’s probably either a congressional rep or a newscaster, clad in a sweatshirt reading And Still I Vote!

Bill Nye the Science Guy claiming emphatically, It is time to act!

It’s time to consciously re-claim our power from the Kratos of our time. And, yes… there’s a whole lot more to come!

ps… my Cathar forebears are quite probably dancing in the streets, somewhere in the great beyond!

pps… claiming our own magic – and setting it free – can be really hard. Scary, too. It helps to have a friend along for the journey and that could be me! We’ll work together to name, claim, and create your version of the place where you feel called. (Actual marching is totally optional!) If you’re curious – even scared & curious – just click here and the calendar elves will hook you up with 45 min. My gift. We’ll explore next right options over a cuppa, a bit of Red Thread, and a place to scribble.

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The Void!

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Buckle up, dear heart, for the real deal! #Apothecary goes on… And, as is often the case, it feels scary-timely!

First, you should know that I don’t always follow the directions. In this case, the step included covering everything already on the canvas with black paint, creating the void!

Frankly, the void feels pretty close, in this world, already! I’m grateful, though, that there are other stories in my head, too. Including one I learned in #RedMadonna, way back at the beginning of this year, about the earliest known artists, making marks.

Yep… thumb prints. Red clay, perhaps. Or blood. Hunting? Birthing? Perhaps we’ll never know for sure, but – in my tiny corner of the world – I’m going with birthing!

Right there in the midst of the the void!

My mark. My birthing.

Not the original one, of course… but NOW! My becoming. My choosing. My beginning what’s next. Now.

And, then, I woke up this morning with a whole lot of book happening inside me! Cards, too. Different iterations of me, with learning to share.

And I wonder if, maybe – just maybe, humans have always felt like this! If we were created to feel like this… to keep doing new things, even when it’s terrifying!

So, I did what I often do. Research! I looked up my name. Susan. (Just type girl’s name ________ into your favorite toy.) What I discovered is that this name I have – supposedly because both my parents liked it – calls forth both Rose and Lily.

And, that, dear heart, brings up a whole lot of other stories! Some of which will play big roles in that book borning inside me.

First, though, I’m going to need to practice claiming me! So… that red thumb print in the middle of the void. And a whole lot of questions!!!

ps… Curious about YOUR magic??? Glinda & I would love to help! Just click here and the calendar elves will be delighted to hook you up up with 45 min. My gift. The time to step through the door is now! Fix a cuppa, grab your journal, and bring a dream!