Turns out I need a couple more words!

In the fashion of Stephen Covey, Let us begin, this day, with urgent!

I hope, dear heart, that you and yours are safe, wherever you may be. Actually, I hope that all the time. It’s just that enough snow fell here to mess up my tiny corner of the world and the news from the California wild fires feels very close to home for lots of people in my heart.

So, huddled under my weighted blanket, I returned to my words for 2025.

Promise and Persist… in Good Trouble!

And I discovered that I needed some more words.

Process and Progress… also, of course, in Good Trouble!

And, yes… I’m an alliteration fan! And, also yes… there’s lots to Practice on!!!

All of which feels important to me, globally and in my tiny corner of the the planet where there seem to be more than the ideal number of time and mobility challenges. Thus, Progress and Persist have moved to the top of the list!

Perfect really doesn’t seem like an option. And, I suspect you may be feeling some of that, too!

So, the Legendary Husband and I have started moving some things hither and yon. (The bookcases are a big challenge, especially when they’re not going to have the same books in them that they had before!!!) And, yes… there’s a donation heap!

Then, there’s the place where all my words come together!

An Intentional Creativity® sister asked for paintings for an art show in a part of North Carolina hit hard by Hurricane Helene. Money raised will go toward supporting struggling victims of Domestic Violence which, sadly, often becomes more acute in a crisis.

This is an issue that hits close to home for me, for I am a survivor. A very fortunate one. So… a few not quite finished paintings eager to hold prayer dots of hope and intention! And symbols, like the slightly wonky triangles in this one.

Those are painted quilt blocks, known around here as Liberated Wild Geese blocks. They’re soothing to make and, in Celtic cultures, flying geese are symbols of the Holy Spirit!

When you boil it all down, I am persisting in practicing processes which support, and grow out of, my promise to make progress in the direction of Good Trouble!

Five words, which it looks like 2025 is going to need desperately!

And, a Phoenix rising!!!

ps… I’m awed by the courage and generosity and commitment of First Responders and, is often the case around here, that brings me to a new question. How can I respond??? Here’s one way – from now ’til Jan. 20, you purchase my new children’s book, A Creation Poem… sold in FierceArtWithHeart and I’ll donate the full amount of the proceeds, after shipping, to World Central Kitchen – trustworthy folks already on the ground in LA. AND the books are still buy 2, get one free. Translation – you buy 2 copies. I send you 3 copies. (Of course, you can always buy just one copy and I’ll donate the proceeds from that, too. Gladly.) World Central Kitchen gets to feed more people who need it! This is how WE can respond! Just click here. No special code needed – just put 3 copies in your basket and the elves will make the magic. This offer is limited to quantity of books on hand. (Questions…. email me! suesvoice@gmail.com)

An enormous lesson in context!

I wrote a post for today. Ahead of time, even! It was a useful story, and we’ll get to it one of these days. Then, context happened!

Actually, context is always happening. It’s just that some days it’s harder to ignore. The Pacific Palisades fires are a huge example!

Like many, many of you, I have people I love in that place. And memories I still relate to. And I’m not sure I have words big enough for the tragedy that is happening there. What I do have is a story. A story from a meeting this afternoon. A meeting that blew my mind – in the best kind of way. In this moment, fix yourself a cuppa. You’re invited, too.

Twelve women from scattered parts of the world, in a Zoom room. All of us artists. Old friends. New friends. I was in charge of planning ahead. And I had a list! There were, however, technical difficulties. Blessedly, we’re a determined bunch and we stayed on our path. I think, perhaps, we all needed the company and the wisdom and the comfort.

We shared a profoundly deep meditation. We checked in with each other. We quilted together bits of prayers and wisdom in a space of trust.

One of our sisters had suggested to me, last night, that I bring my deck of Alana Fairchild’s Sacred Rebels oracle cards so we could pull a card, together. And, yes… this is another of those things they didn’t cover in nursing school or seminary! It felt right, though, so I agreed. Here’s what happened…

I shuffled. A lot. And then I asked another of our sisters for help. As I passed the cards through my hands, it was her job to tell me when to stop.

(This, by the way, is much scarier than – you know – picking a card ahead of time and knowing what was coming!)

This was the card in my hand when Cheryl asked me to stop…

I’m hoping you’ll take a moment to listen in…

No matter how powerful we are, how much courage and strength we have, there are times when we can’t quite move ourselves along to the next phase of life or creative exploration. At such times we need some divine intervention — a little help in pulling our trolley along, so to speak. When we are at the edge of our own limits and have no more personal resources, we might be left with only one spiritual power, that of faith. Fortunately that is enough.

As unlikely as it may seem, the invisible help from the universe is often more powerful than the physical efforts of a thousand men. That is because the invisible help is not limited by physical laws. It can shift, bend and move in ways that defy limitation. It can affect, evoke and influence situations through invisible, but undeniably persuasive means.

You are in a situation where you cannot ‘set right’ the course of events all by yourself. This is not an indication that you have done something wrong, not does this suggest that you are not strong enough. It is a sign that there is something bigger unfolding in your life, and your willpower will be supplemented by the power of life itself. Sometimes a bigger plan needs to manifest for the benefit of humanity and the earth. You need to shift your perspective to realize that you are part of the greater unfoldment of life, that your individual life serves the greater plan and that you are not separate from its genius. This is what is happening now…. the voice of life is now coming straight to your heart with this message:

“I have resources you know not of. It is safe to trust in my ways and in my wisdom, for I love you and I am guiding you into all that is rightfully yours. Know that what is rightfully yours is what your heart truly desires and you need not fear loss. Nothing that is meant to come to you will be denied and it is safe for you to let go and allow me to move you.”

The healing process which follows says this:

Say aloud: “I now ask that all disappointing experiences of the past that have led me to believe that life is not trustworthy or that faith is a sillly or immature way to deal with life, be released from my mind, body and heart. I ask for help to accept that I can and will attract all that is needed into my life, at the perfect time and in the perfect way I aske to be empowered to absolutely receive all that can assist me with gratitude and without shame or guilt. In doing so, I dedicate myself to be a clear, loving, open channel for the flow of life. I know the benefit in doing so is not limited to me, but will flow so that life can benefit others through me. I trust in this now, through unconditional love, so be it.”

It’s a lot, I know. And it may feel strange. And this world needs as many of us open to receiving and sharing as we can get.

So be me. And so be we who are willing.

ps… even though this is an increasingly complicated statement, the Sacred Rebels oracle cards are available on Amazon.

pps… the photo at the top is a glimpse of my Celebratrix #wip

ppps… the next Intentional Creativity® Red Madonna journey is planned to begin in April or May. Stay tuned!

Just tell the story!

The first thing I learned, in the first preaching class I took, was to always have tissues in the pocket of my robe! (Fortunately, my first practice “congregation” was three good friends at my dining room table!)

That was followed by a lot of academic, traditional stuff to learn. Much of it terrifying. Like the day one of my professors commented that they, “didn’t know where you were going.” In a moment of temporary clarity/insanity, I responded that I didn’t want them to know where I was going. I wanted them to to with me. Gulp!!!

Eventually, though, I got the piece of the puzzle that was missing for me.

Walter Brueggemann thundering, “Just tell the story!”

Not footnotes and debates and endless explanations. Stories!

I was found!!!

Turns out that sometimes painting has a lot to do with preaching, and this has been one of those weeks. You see, I’ve been spending a lot of time back in the land of MSNBC, crying and remembering. And being grateful that we are intentionally able to learn!

The painting at the top is one of the layers of an on-going adventure known as #Abracadabra, which can be translated I create as I speak. (I love that so much!!!)

Frankly, I wasn’t thrilled with where it was at that point, but I was willing to stay on the road. Then, President Jimmy Carter walked into his future. And my painting volunteered to help with my processing by holding space for Jimmy’s own words…

Time out for a bit of history!

I didn’t vote for Jimmy. I was too busy wandering in the wilderness and trying to figure out who I would be and how I would get there when a whole lot of the way we’ve always done it wasn’t working even a little.

Life IS for learning, though, and I have! And so I cried at the replay of Jimmy’s birthday concert. And then the tears really began to fall as I watched Saturday’s Medal of Freedom Ceremony at the White House, live. President Biden and Dr. Biden being gracious hosts for a real cross section of people who had done amazing things in this world.

Eighteen medals awarded. Several of them posthumously.

Hugs and tears and gratitude abounding. Joy at hearing our President, with a huge grin on his face, claim “Kids rule in this house!”

Some of the honorees were, obviously, easier for me to relate to than others. Michael J. Fox. The real RFK. Bill Nye, The Science Guy. Fannie Lou Hamer. And, as Jose Andres, of World Central Kitchen, said… a seat for everyone at the table.

And, then, the ceremony concluded and MSNBC went on to the complications involved in next week’s sentencing of the next President of the United States to 34 felony counts of “illegally influencing the 2016 election through a hush money payment to a porn actor…” (AP).

I don’t know how we’re going to get through the next chapter in America’s story, but I do know it’s going to take a whole bunch of Fiercely Compassionate Rebel Grandmothers, and other wise folks, along the Red Thread!

ps… I suspect Good Trouble will be involved in whatever comes next! Do YOU have some Good Trouble you feel called to make??? Let’s talk! 45 min. My gift. Your next right thing! Just ask the Calendar Elves to hook you up! And, of course, you’ll want a cuppa, something to write on & with, and a bit of red thread if it’s handy. Now is the time!!!

pps… there are changes coming soon at FierceArtWithHeart! And some really good deals now!!! Daphne and the shop elves have insisted on continuing the very special deal on my new kids’ book, A Creation Poem… through Monday, Jan 20. Buy 2 /get a 3rd free… no special codes. Just put 3 copies in your basket and one will be free!

Signs… and choosing to receive them!

I grew up believing I couldn’t see signs… literally. My first pair of glasses helped with the actual sign seeing. The belief that I couldn’t see them has taken a while longer!

Today, though, they’re everywhere. And by today I mean New Years Day, 2025. In the news, obviously. And on my easel! Even in my body!!! And, yes — interpretation is a huge part of the seeing!

And… drum roll, please… it’s a Filters thing!!!

It’s NOT your imagination! There IS way more coming at us than any of us can manage at once!

Intentional curating helps! So…. my immediate space holds some helpful images – ummm, paintings! And Joan Baez is singing along. (You do you!)

Context matters, too. Seasonal notions of resolutions. Or intentions. Focal words for the year ahead. You hear me! And, if you’ve been hanging around a while, and squint a bit, you’re likely to catch glimpses of the Filters diagram in the under-layers of what’s turning into a whole new painting.

If you’re new, Welcome! And hang with me, please. This is some of the best stuff in my Medicine Basket!

First, though, a new lightbulb, last night! Well, two new lightbulbs!

The practical lightbulb came from realizing that using a heavy body paint spatula and working horizontally on my canvas hurts my cranky right hand way less than the more usual vertical deal with a brush. (And, given the number of #works-in-progress I have going, this is really useful information!)

The more philosophical light bulb has to do with realizing that I’ve been getting ready for my current #PhoenixRising painting since 2017-18! My first #Legend painting had one, as did my #Muse painting! And they’ve been showing up ever since. Sometimes as a focal paint. Frequently as a cosmic wink in dark backgrounds. And, in this moment, carrying the wisdom and love of my ancestors!

Last year, one of them even appeared in a business card I designed. (I have a thing about the aspirational vibes of business cards!!!)

This is a new year, though, and I realized – about 4:00 am – that, whatever else 2025 may be, it’s my year for living into the stuff on the back of the card! You know – out in the big world! (And I don’t even need new cards!!!)

There’s more to come. For now, though, I need food, so I’m turning this space over to the Muse named Joan Baez, singing one of my favorite songs…

ps… inspired??? Got a vision??? Curious about Filters??? Let’s talk! 45 minutes. My gift. We’ll plan your next right step on the road to the place my friend, Fred, described as being where your deep joy and the world’s deep longing meet!” Just click here and ask the calendar elves to hook you up!

pps… the Phoenix is calling my name! Might she be calling yours, too???

Let’s light more lights!!!

If you’ve been reading along, dear heart, you’ll be pleased to know that “everyone” did, indeed, make it to the mythic stable for Christmas! (Along with a few other sentimental items which make my heart happy!)

The backdrop for our creche is volunteer art from A Creation Poem… “blacker than 100 midnights, down in a cypress swamp” (slb with thanks to James Weldon Johnson!)

I’ve thought about that a lot. Imagine being one of the folks in that rather rag-tag original gathering. No notion of what was coming next… only certain that, somehow, you belonged there in that moment.

And, yes! I – in a very small way – am relating just now.

There are other things in my awareness, as well.

News, though I’m still rationing that!

Dizziness off and on… with the need for new glasses. A very cranky right wrist and hand which makes painting more complicated. You get the drift…

Along with a crazy plan to re-arrange all the rooms in our house. Again! And, no, it’s not avoidance. It’s commitment to meeting new needs!!!

Here’s the real-deal room view from my favorite chair just now! And, no… I haven’t taken leave of my senses! There’s just a whole lot going on inside that needs externalizing. And that means words and paint. (And, bears!)

It also means space! The designated kind! So, the current bedroom is becoming the library. The studio is becoming the bedroom. The living room is becoming the studio. We’re even going to get rid of a few things!!! And, yes – blessedly – the Legendary Husband is on board!

Fortunately, painting and pondering go well together! You see, in several places where I hang out, the notion of intention or words or vision for 2025 has come up.

I like words and intentions way better than resolutions! And, I know it’s a bit early yet, but I’ve also heard The Muse whispering our answers!

I am declaring 2025 to be the year of Fiercely Compassionate Rebel Grandmothers… literal, or volunteer!

(I’m guessing you’ll agree that there’s more hope in this notion than in the “project” some of the folks in the news are planning for 2025…)

The words that chose me are Promise and Persist. (As many times as it takes!) And I’d love for you to join in!!!

What might YOU promise for the coming year?

What matters enough to YOU to empower you to persist?

And, yes… I really would love to know! You can leave a comment if you scroll down a ways, or email me at suesvoice@gmail.com

Here’s another thing I’m thrilled about… the studio revision will give me enough room to actually invite people to paint!!!

For this moment, though, the edges on my #Legend painting, The Time Returns, are dry enough for another coat of paint! She/they are counting on me… and on you! Counting on us to live in a world where promises matter and keep showing up for new knowing.

ps… rest in peace, Jimmy Carter. And rise in power. With huge thanks… he is teaching me, still!

pps… can you feel the intentions rumbling??? The dreams whispering??? Let’s talk! The world needs as many of us as possible on the path to the place where our great joy and the world’s deep longing meet, and my Filters model is going deep and wide! Just ask the calendar elves to hook you up with 45 min. My gift. You bring your notions of joy and longing, along with a cuppa, some paper and markers, or whatever’s handy. A scrap of Red Thread would be welcome. I’ll bring my very excited Medicine Basket! We’ll name a next right step!

ppps… help the Littles you love to start their new year with an inclusive new sense of belonging and wonder! January 6th is the feast day of Epiphany and the word, epiphany, comes from the Greek word which means manifestation!!! The very obliging shop elves insisted on extending the buy 2 – get one free – offer on my first picture book, A Creation Poem… until then. No fancy codes needed. Just put 3 copies in your basket and one will be free! As my old friend, Dr. H. Stephen Glenn helped me learn, “if a teenaged child has 5 adults who will listen to them, take them seriously, and not shame or blame them for their questions, that child is practically immune from ever attempting suicide.” A Creation Poem… is INTENTIONALLY written exactly that way for Littles of many traditions and families! Mattering matters!!!

Holiday blessings, with help from the way-back machine!

I’ve never been very good at Christmas cards. Along about the time that I was also in charge of bulletins and sermons and late night rescues of battered women and children, I decided to give myself a break and get okay with not being good at everything! (Trust me… giving yourself a break is way worth experimenting with!)

That doesn’t change, though, the fact that you are much in my heart in this season, whatever you may call it. A couple of nights ago, I dreamed that I was inviting you on a tour of my inner museum. Kind of a chronological tour of how I’ve learned and juggled my shifting perspectives.

Let’s start here… my very first Intentional Creativity® painting, in 2017. Officially, she was the Black Madonna Pilgrimage. For me, she was an open door to whole new ways of believing and healing. Her name… Our Lady of Fierce Compassion.

Then, in 2020, deep under-layers of something that, rather ironically, turned into a whole other thing… a Red Madonna painting! I was grateful for a place to put all the dots and drips and tears as I watched the news when Congressman John Lewis walked into his future. Dots for radical notions like voice and choice. And, I was changed.

This one, you’ve probably seen. Officially, a Guardian painting… they surprised me no end! I began with an unfinished canvas which had been waiting in the basement for just the right moment. A moment when, once again, I needed lots of dots! Little did I know that all the hope and healing that went into this painting would become the cover for my book, A Creation Poem… A book I hadn’t even begun to dream – at least not consciously – when the painting was in progress!

And, then, Matilda, my 2024 Apothecary painting. (At least I think she was Apothecary… there’s been a whole lot of painting and learning going on!) And, yes… she gave me permission to share her official name: The Art of Overcoming Obstacles! She helped me learn to see what I’m creating, rather than creating what I think I should see!

Now, lean in, please. I’m supposed to whisper this part!

Matilda brought a huge gift with her! A gift which feels really timely in this moment. She brought a vision of hope in the midst of chaos. Of the best tool I know for making choices and taking new steps. And she taught me how to share it!

There’s more info to come. And, if you’re not yet on the blog list, now would be a really good time to sign up with the annoying pop-up thingy.

For today, though, two gifts, from the elves and me!

You can still get one free copy of A Creation Poem… when you buy 2 copies. Just put 3 in your basket and the shop elves will do the magic. The Guardian painting, complete with the very cool bear, will appear on the cover and in the book, along with a bunch of fun friends, and a story to help all our beloved Littles find a sense of belonging, even here and now! (ps… everybody who’s held the book will tell you the cover and pages feel really good!)

And, because Matilda and I are excited about the future, we’ve set aside some time for you! Just ask the calendar elves and they’ll hook you up with 45 minutes. Our gift. We want to know where you long to be! And, if you’re ready, we’ll help you claim the next right step on your path! You’ll want paper, some markers – or whatever, a cuppa, and a scrap of red thread if it’s handy.

Blessings, dear heart, for you and those you love. And light on the path!

As above… so below!

I wonder if Creator imagined, when they spoke the world into being, how complicated we – the created ones – would one day make it!

I’m guessing not! At least the parts of me that have writing to do are guessing not. There are calendar issues and tradition issues and hemisphere issues and, frankly, body issues, and I’ll bet my last nickel I’m not the only one who’s noticed!

I mean, Have you ever felt like you finally had it – whatever it is for you – all figured out, and then discovered that there’s a whole lot more ALL than you ever imagined??? Welcome to my world!

So, a plan was in order… Around here, that means mind quilting… and you’re invited!

Whatever traditions you’re observing – or avoiding! – in this moment. Whatever stories you learned as a Little. Whatever hemisphere you live in… you are welcome here, with your precious scraps of memories and hopes, on the path of intentional newness.

Some introductions are in order. Blog readers, please meet Red Madonna sisters. And y’all meet some folks who are new around here, too. And imagine, please that we’re all sitting around the fireside of the Dangerous Old Women, calling in light.

Many of us (as Dr. Estes reminds us) are scar clan. Still standing. Still dancing.

And it is time, in this moment, to call in light, in all the ways!

Stars, of course. And candles. A bit more sunlight, day by day, for many of us. A bit more rest for many, many more. And a reminder – if we’re open to it – that light and rest both matter for growth… literally and metaphorically!!!

Here’s the challenge… the scrap that doesn’t seem to go with anything else in our mind quilt…

Growth means change and change can feel terrifying!

One of the ways that people have held power, throughout the ages, is by convincing others that they have to do everything the way WE’VE always done it.

Which reminds me of a new-to-me quote I learned from a wise friend…

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire... Gustav Mahler

Now, I don’t even pretend to know what you will do with all these words in this moment, around this particular fireside, where all those who long to be here are welcome. And that’s okay!

What I do know is this… I must re-claim my need for both light and rest.

And that means not ignoring what I need. It means finding ways to give myself enough light and rest to stay on the path.

I have already begun by adding an intentional bit of light and shadow to each of my four paintings-in-progress at this moment. And I’ll add the same bits to the one I’m about to begin… and to all those I begin as I go forward.

Another thing I know is that Creator means us to keep learning. To keep asking questions. To keep being open to wonder… and I will, even when it’s scary!

And, one more thing… it really, really, really is all about love!

ps… know some littles who could us some of this love while they still have enough space to soak it up??? There’s a whole bunch of it – complete with art! – in A Creation Poem… and, while it’s a bit late for Christmas day, there’s still plenty of time for Hanukkah & the 12 days of Christmas and – well – just because! And the books are still buy 2 get one free! No codes needed… just put 3 in your basket and the elves will gladly do the math! Just click here… FierceArtWithHeart!

pps… stay tuned for a mini gallery showing, right here, on Wednesday. A bit of wonder from me to you, with much love!

ppps… coming soon – coloring pages!!! (The elves are inspired!)