She’s gone to meddlin’ !

Grandmother Moon has, apparently, been listening closely from her place on the wall. And, wow, was she feeling chatty this morning!

Chatty, in my dreams…

This time, the place where Filters, my mom, and the news bump into each other. This, by the way, is a deeply important place!

If you’ve been reading along, you may recall that my mom was a Republican. My grandmother was a Republican. I’m betting her mother was, too, though I never knew her.

And they were Republicans who grew up in the context of the Great Depression and World War II and FDR and Truman.

We “stayed safe” in my family, by doing things the way we’d always done them… even when the world wasn’t the way it had “always” been.

And, yes… I can feel you nodding as you read!

Let me admit, up front, that I am not an expert on Carl Jung. I did spend a good bit of time hanging out at Pacifica Graduate Institute with people who were. That’s probably where my ear heard this:

The first thing we learn, as humans, is that the way to survive is by keeping the tall people happy!

That notion, which I think is Jung’s, lives, in my mental library, on the same shelf with Steve Glenn’s work on Developing Capable People.

Jung is to the left, which – in bookshelf land – means before. Steve comes next… which also means in a new context.

To the right of Steve is my book, Grandmothers Are In Charge Of Hope! (It’s what gets me out of bed on the tough days!)

A bit to the right of that is the wild card. A box of Alana Fairchild’s Sacred Rebel oracle cards. (And no… that’s NOT the way we’ve always done it! In fact, some of we might seriously consider voting me off the island for this one!)

And, yes… that’s bit of wisdom Grandmother Moon told me to chose today!

So, card #4. AGAINST THE GRAIN. The reading begins this way…

You want birds to be able to fly underwater. You want love to [overcome] power. You want humanity to relate to each other as equals and to recognise the sacred in you and in the world around you… you want to make possible what others say cannot be. You are a radical dreamer, a sacred rebel, and you bring the light of a more positive future to this world.

And, I do. Deep breath, now… for the punch line:

The price you pay for the gift of individuality is that you must take care of it and guard it so that you are not dulled down and conditioned into playing at being something you are not… You will then find other dreamers, other wild butterflies and atypically coloured sheep to join you in conjuring better visions for our world.

Granted, it’s a bit optimistic. And I’m on it!

Here’s the thing… the GOP filter worked for mom but – in this context – it isn’t working so well. So I can add a few other strategies… without throwing out all the ones I learned that ARE working!

One of those strategies I did learn from my folks – in retrospect – was the benefit of empowering over enabling.

Possibly because, after I had reached the ability to think abstractly, I had Steve whispering in my ear, too!

For this moment, though, it’s time to circle for a landing!

The stroll down memory lane which Grandmother Moon decided would be helpful is all about Filters and context and how to get where we long to be, even in moments like this.

Grandmother Moon also told me to choose the glimpse of Liberating Lily for our “featured image” today. Trust me when I tell you, I let go of a whole bunch of the way we’ve always done it when she was on my easel!

And, just a couple of days ago, I realized that Lily is me! At least the me I am becoming!

So, if you’re still reading and, possibly, reaching for Kleenex… I have an offer for you! 45 minutes. My gift. We’ll talk about what is you and how to get closer to where you feel called to be. I’ll even share why Filters could be exactly what your medicine basket is longing for! The Calendar Elves will hook you up!

Grandmother Moon and Daphne will be thrilled to meet you! They ARE Good Trouble!

ps… the #Flow Nouveau painting I’ve been so excited about lately… it goes really well with the Filters journey! There are prints coming soon… and great stuff now, at FierceArtWithHeart!

I never imagined…

Well, a whole lot of things! And, frankly, a bunch of them are bumping into each other in my head just now.

Blame it on the news… or perhaps my over-consumption of the news… if you like. And the memories bubbling up inside me in the context of the news!

Back in the mid-80’s, when I was a young single mom, I began my second job as an RN.

Surgery! And, as you may recall, I got really tired of being told I didn’t get paid to think! So, I got busy thinking about what I was going to learn next.

Mind you… having a 4 year-old and student loans and a rather socially limited perspective of the world meant that the options felt limited.

The first hurdle was accepting my sense that my childhood dream of becoming a veterinarian didn’t seem likely to happen for me just then. It was hard. I’d fought for that dream for years.

And, I let it go because my world had gotten more complex.

Feel free to laugh at this next bit!

Two of the paths I considered were becoming an accountant or an attorney! Blessedly, I paid attention to the very vivid nightmares I was having and decided my first intention needed to be a Bachelors Degree.

Six years later, I was graduating from Seminary!

The world – and my living in it – have changed a good bit since then!!!

It is, however, Sunday morning, and I do have things to say! Bits and pieces of what’s bringing me comfort and hope in this moment…

Mental quilting, if you will.

Mostly with paint!

You see, what I discovered this weekend, as three paintings clamored for attention and energy and space, was that I am claiming my truth in liquid acrylics!

Yes, there are external plans and intentions. Fabulous guidance from all my chosen art-mamas. Like more context!

And there’s also my growing awareness that my heart – my dreams – my history and my hopes – are guiding my brush. (And my fingers!)

I’m experimenting!

And comforted by the deep knowing that I can learn new things. I can change my mind. I can be me.

Not simply on canvas, but in my being!!!

And, it’s still Sunday morning. So, conscious of the context of the news, garbed in my favorite red thread paint shirt, and barefoot (Gasp!), a message which feels helpful and empowering and eternal from my heart (and one of Kathleen McGowan’s books) to yours…

…this is all so simple. It’s about love and faith and community. And that’s it… The only piece of spiritual wisdom that really matters… It’s this: you can throw away the entire Bible if you just keep what Jesus tells us in Matthew 22: 37 – 40. Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law of the prophets. Done. Finito. That’s all you need to know… we can make Bible study courses three minutes long, because that’s the entire teaching right there. Everything else just gets in the way and obscures the message.

May it be so! Preferably, NOW!!! And, as another of my teachers – Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes – would say… A-men, a-men, a-men… and a little woman!

ps… the quote is from The Book of Love. The character speaking is Fr. Peter Healy. Thanks, Kathleen!

pps… just in case you suspect you hear Filters at work here… You’re right! Want to know more??? Check it out! (The elves are, indeed, at work!)

ppps… looking for an amazing paint adventure??? Have I got an invitation for you! It’s the next part of the journey we Intentional Creativity® folks refer to as Red Madonna. Specifically, a call to explore the Divine Mother and the Tree of Life through Painting, Community, and Sisterhood!!! Just CLICK HERE (Soon!!!) for all the details… The charming glimpse of a hopeful being, above, is a peek from our current exploration…