Walking the Courage Road

Once upon a summer, about 50 years ago, we had a special night at Camp. It was the last night of the season and the week had been rough. Some big storms. And some big cats! A broken arm. Nightmares. And a young teen I’ll never forget.

It was my first year as a Senior Counselor. She was one of my campers. I found her, sobbing, in the bathroom.

I don’t want to go home, she wailed. Nobody sees me, there.

I did the only thing I knew, back then. I sat down beside her, on the concrete floor, and said, I see you. And I’ll listen if you’d like to say more.

It turned out that her first moon time had begun and she was scared. Embarrassed. And in pain. I ducked out long enough to raid the infirmary, and to borrow a spare Junior Counselor from next door to hang with the rest of my kids so she and I could talk.

When she told me that she was afraid of asking for what she needed, I got chills. The I can relate kind. We talked about different kinds of brave.

I’ve been thinking about brave a good bit, lately. My paintings, who apparently read the news, all seem to feel like it’s a good time for a whole lot of brave.

Given the one who insisted on joining us, I’d say they’re also in favor of healing!

She hangs on the wall, near my chair and whispers about mystery. She was a mystery when she appeared as an elephant on an #Apothecary journey, embodying wisdom, strength, and compassion. And she’s one of the first ones that appeared on her own and waited patiently for me to figure out why she was there! (It’s big fun!)

A whole lot of prayer dots. A myrrh-bearer’s jar. A still-mysterious being on her forehead, with a blessing, I think. And, the #Filters profile image you might glimpse above her head. All of which is huge medicine in our world.

Here’s a better glimpse…

I think she also brought us a quote for this moment. Well, technically, it came from the movie, Princess Diary and it goes like this:

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.

What is more important, for you, than fear???

I have several things on my list, just now! One of them is actually publishing my deck of Wisdom Cards! (Stay tuned!) They’re all about things that are more important than fear!

ps… I have no clue – yet – about what’s in the top right corner! I do know it will speak when I’m ready!

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I’m with Puddleglum!

Last night, after a whole lot of Lawrence O’Donnell “preaching” on the news, I went on an excursion, in my dreams. Nope… not the beach. Not France or Italy. Narnia! And, yes… I needed a dose of Puddleglum!

Before we head out, you might want to know that I didn’t meet Puddleglum as a child, though the Chronicles of Narnia were published not long before I was born. Instead, I was raised on Betsy & Tacy, who were my mom’s friends growing up. In fact, my initial encounter with C.S. Lewis was during my first year at Columbia Theological Seminary when a back injury kept me couch-bound for a week.

Here’s the thing… I’ve learned more since then! And one of those things is that we are living in a time of huge choice!

Now, for the for the uninitiated, Puddleglum is a Marsh Wiggle, who, with the Prince and some children, is being held by the Bad Witch, who is busy explaining why their journey to Narnia is juvenile and futile. Puddleglum isn’t having it. Let’s listen in…

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things — trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”

C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, The Chronicles of Narnia

If you’ve been reading along lately, this story is probably no shock to you, given my recent adventure with Wisdom Cards and a surprising Warrior Archetype painting, which I also dreamed.

I, too, am choosing Aslan. And, I suspect that means some more wandering in the dark, looking for Overland.

Here’s the thing… perhaps none of us expects to face such a choice moment. Yet, here we are. Pretending to be somewhere else doesn’t seem like it’s going to work. And, yes… it’s scary. But not choosing – actively and intentionally – feels way scarier to me.

So… Wisdom Cards to the publisher. (Soon!) Sorting days in October for the next #Filters class. And, a new t-shirt to design. All while Destiny Joan watches hopefully for the new Mediterranean Instant Pot cookbook to arrive! (She’s taking over!!!)

ps… perhaps Overland IS the place where we are called!!!

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Let’s make some history!

Really! You and me. Here and now…

You see, I woke up with words in my head. And, as is often the case, they came with a question. Whose voice is this?

My first answer was Destiny Joan! Yep, the quirky mermaid-ish painting you’ve been seeing around for a bit. There’s more, though…

First, a bit of context. The new #wip painting you glimpsed above is messing with my mind! That’s their calling, and she’s really good at it!

Her name is Darah Pearl, which means something along the lines of Pearls of Wisdom. She’s my demo painting for the #Filters class in progress, and she is nothing if not a determined teacher!

Apparently, Darah Pearl and Destiny Joan were having a cuppa and a Red Thread Circle, while plotting the next right things, as I slept.

So, just before my eyes opened, I heard this:

History is not what happened. It’s what got written down.

My first thought was The West Wing. This is not unusual! And, then, I knew… Kathleen McGowan, in The Expected One, which I had, indeed, been reading before I fell asleep. (Possibly, also, Lawrence O’Donnell, but I can’t say for sure!)

This has been true as long as humans have been able to write. Or paint things on cave walls. I suspect, though, that it’s never been more in our faces than it is now. And a big part of my personal question in this moment is around what marks I’m choosing to make. To leave, if you will, for the future.

And, since we’re being honest, Darah Pearl has been a challenge. Not just the painting, though it feels like there are about a zillion coats of paint on that canvas, so far.

More, the understanding. You see, she doesn’t look much like the way some of my WE’s have always done things. And, frankly, there have been moments when I’ve been a tiny bit anxious about that. You see, she kind of resembles something that some people, in some places, might – in times gone by – have considered to be an idol! And that, dear heart, is high on the list of things WE don’t do!

And, yet… I’ve kept painting. And listening. And, last night, she told me the answer!

I am not an idol, she explained. I am a way to help children learn… before big words and abstract thought and theology. I am a way to help children explore their wisdom!

And, yes… I cried! I cried because she’s right, and because I’ve learned enough to hear her and because the world needs more voices like hers!

Yep!!! Filter shift with a big gold bow!!!

Now, clearly, she’s not done yet. There needs to be more to demo on Wednesday! And filling her bowl with pearl prayer dots is going to take a while! For now, though, there are Wisdom Card proofs to check and a #Codex painting to begin… again, because now I know more! All these voices in my soul are clamoring to be included!

ps… a dear friend brought me a gift. A Panda Drum! And – drum roll please! – I can now play two songs! Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star and Kumbaya!!! I do, I do, I do believe in miracles!!!

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When the walls talk, you know… all night!

Greetings, Dear Brave Ones!

I am Destiny Joan, also known as, Sue’s Muse. I know you’ve seen me around some, lately. Today, I have a big story to share with you!

Let me explain, first, what my job is around here. Then, we’ll talk about why you may not have met anyone like me before. Okay?

In the simplest way, my job is to break the kind of worldly spells that keep us from being who we are meant to be. You see, there are those who want us to stay small. To believe that we have no magic for making change. To think that their rules are the only things that are – or can be – true.

I know more! And I want to share that with you. First, though, let’s talk about where I come from.

Some people would tell you I don’t exist. That there have never been beings like me. That somebody just made us up.

Other people would say that I am half human and half mythical. Mythical is a word that is sometimes understood as meaning “made up” but can also mean “is hard to explain, especially for children, without stories.”

I like that second notion better! And I’m going to tell you the story I learned from my Grammy. It goes like this…

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there were beings known as Melusine. They were understood to be half human and half magical. They looked a lot like mermaids and often had “tails” that curled in both directions. Like two halves instead of just one.

Many of us came from the place we now know as France and from Celtic areas like Scotland and Ireland. Long, long ago, people told stories of us as magical beings of feminine power, and as guardian spirits, near sources of fresh water which, as we’re learning again in this moment, is very important for our world.

Mostly, though, we didn’t fit into people’s  thought boxes! In fact, one of the most powerful things we did is to help people consider more possibilities! To get out of  either/or thinking. To learn to hold the power of both/and  thinking… and of stories that are bigger than our personal experience.

Sue says that feels important to her because she has two grandteens trying very hard to grow up in this world, now, where way too many people are afraid of stories different from their own.

If you look carefully, you’ll see a mark in the palm of my hand. That’s Sue’s “secret code” for her grandteens! Just above there, and a bit to your left, is another of our favorite symbols.

It’s the star-sign for the constellation called Pegasus, or the winged horse. As you’ve probably guessed, horses with wings surprise a whole lot of people!

One of Sue’s favorite stories is about two famous authors – C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien – talking about a Pegasus. One of them said, that they’re not well-trained regular horses… they’re whole different creatures!

I feel that way about Melusine! Especially the Grammy-kind! We’re not well-trained. We’re whole new possibilities! And we’re open to whole new possibilities!!!

After all… that’s what Muses do!

(slb, ® 7/30/25)

ps… #Filters class was wild today! Here’s a peek… complete with the beginnings of fingerprint prayer dot hair! It’s what’s new! She’s all about walking the path to the place where we are called and, now, she has a name, too! Darah Pearl which is pretty close to Pearl of Wisdom!

“It’s my third draft!”

We’re headed on a bit of a journey. Consciousness. Creativity. Archetypes. And TV! (Along with the possibility of a tiny bit of, shall we say, news.) I’m hoping you’ll hang in!

First, the predictable stuff. I’ve been writing and painting and – you know – keeping our corner of the world more or less working.

Really good wild rice soup helps!

My warrior archetype painting will be – by the time you read this – complete. (Unless, of course, they change their minds while I sleep!) For now, there are a couple of wee fixes remaining, some fine star spatters after the currently wet stuff gets dry, and some writing.

I had a fabulous meeting on Thursday with a wise friend helping to plan out next right things once the Wisdom Cards are printed. Just between us, I’m really excited!

Friday involved plotting next steps for the garden. ReWilding, to borrow a term from Red Madonna land! I’m getting lessons in planting Milkweed!

Then there’s the cardinal bird that appeared – of her own volition – in my painting! I was making some changes in the top part of Aslan’s mane and took a bit of a break for tea and feet up time. When I looked again, there she was! If you squint at the painting up top, you can probably see her. I was thrilled!

She’s become more obvious since then. More assertively present. And it feels to me like it would be a very good time for Gramma Elsie’s story – the one about cardinals being ancestors checking on us – to be true!

I come from a long line of ancestors whose lives were about protecting others – especially children – from dangers. About telling hopeful and empowering stories to Littles as they headed off to dream land. And, yes… this painting is intended to carry that energy forward.

In the midst of all the “real world” stuff, I also spent some time hanging in the land of Madam Secretary. (Surprise!) Like Season 2, episode 7. You Say You Want a Revolution. There’s an inside joke in there. Speechwriter, Matt, hands notes to the Secretary and says, “It’s my third draft!” That’s their code for best work, done.

That’s a whole lot like what I’m feeling about this painting, and the Wisdom Cards, and the writing that goes with all of it. (Okay… it may be my 44th draft, but you hear me!) This is a moment for some good stuff. Some stuff with the likelihood of actually mattering if I hang in there, keep channeling my Warrior Archetype, and get it out in the world.

That feels like the hard part! More now, than ever… And, just so you know, I’m all in! So, I’m going to practice, just a bit in this moment, and I could use a witness! Still a #wip, and – if I push publish on these words – I can go do the next right things and dispatch them to the card-layout-tech-wizard!

What are you in the midst of that feels like that? What wants ReWilding in your world?? What is calling you??? I’d love to know! And I’d be delighted to help with next right steps!

Here’s a great NEXT RIGHT THING! Tell me what’s calling you. We’ll pull a card and see what next steps might look like. 45 min. My gift. Bring a cuppa & some Red Thread, if it’s handy. Just click here and the calendar elves will hook you up!

What if – maybe, just maybe – WE are Creators’ third draft???

ps… this. From my Pastor-Poet Brother, Todd Jenkins. Still on the road!

Believing for others…

She’s been one of my heart favorites since she appeared early in the Covid crisis when the Mexican border became a hotbed of family separation.

I stayed home and sobbed through the news and painted.

She, who was a Red Madonna adventure, has about 40 coats of paint. Once, in her Elvira phase, she was, indeed, bright purple. Let’s just say it didn’t quite fit! Then, one day, my mask and I were wandering around my favorite collectible shop – it’s exercise! – and I spotted a garden statue. And I knew.

So, home to aged clay colors which, I’ll admit, felt better than the purple. Lots of practice shading and glazing. And then, I dreamed them.

She was sheltering all those weeping children from the news under her protection. And they appeared as prayer dots!

And then, I heard the voice. Walter Brueggemann…

Our job is believing for others on days when they can’t quite believe for themselves.

And, yes… I made more dots. Then, about two years ago, I looked at her one day and realized who she is! Mary Magdalene!!!

Yesterday, as you may know, was the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene. A time, for those of us who feel her leading us still, to celebrate. To light candles and pray. And, for me, to re-commit myself to believing for others when they can’t quite believe for themselves. That means more dots, for sure.

It also means a contribution to a local food bank on a day when a kind soul offered to quadruple all donations!

Today is going to be a bit more hectic than usual. An important Zoom call – about the Magdalene – with my Red Madonna friends. #Filters to lead. (It’s one-line being day!!! Trust me. It helps our brains be more creative!)

So, I fixed myself a cuppa and sat down to begin this while paint dried on the lion. (For real!)

She, our painting, hangs where she can watch over me as I write. I turned and looked up at her, as I’ve done millions of times and I saw something new!

Do you see it? The baby, inside her halo, watching over her… and me… and you, if you’d care to be included.

The obvious first question was… How could I not have seen it before???

The next question was… Why now?

And, as you may have guessed, I heard the answer in Walter’s voice... more help believing on those days we can’t quite believe for ourselves!

I’ll take it! And, gladly, share it!!!

For now, though… as I head back to Aslan and Matilda, my very challenging works-in-progress, here’s a tiny peek:

ps… the Legendary Husband, btw, said he’d never seen the baby before, either.

pps… a dear friend just gave me a panda drum. (Me, the one who’s still getting over a life-time of being told I was the most non-musical one in the family, ever!) Looking for summer camp music. You know, Joan Baez, James Taylor… Any hints???

Keeping my teachers busy!

It’s been quite the week! Paint. Card-making. Swearing at tech gremlins. Pain. Teaching. Worrying… even though I try not to believe in that!

Also, a fabulous, much needed visit with my oldest – well, longest – friend. You know how, sometimes, when you hang out with someone who knows you really well, and you do the deep talk thing, you both wind up learning things about yourselves?

Well, I think we both did. I did, for sure! And a few of those things reminded me of you!

Archetypes were on the list! How they work. Why they matter. The total wonder that they can be turned into #Filter Wisdom Cards and that, sometimes, they even need a tiny bit of editing. Or updating. The kind we Ericksonian hypnosis types refer to as one step re-frame with a big gold bow!

I made four of those on Friday! And, yes… you’re going to have to wait just a bit to get a peek. Soon!

For this moment, the card that came up in my #Filters group this week… I run them through my hands, in Zoom land, and a brave volunteer calls out Stop! when they feel inspired. Then we all go exploring. Meet Luther…

Here’s part of what his card, in the Symbols & Language category, says…

His question for YOU is this: What might you need to view differently along your path? Opportunities instead of obstacles? New ways of bringing hope? The magic medicine of wading in salt water? …Oh! He was, indeed, named for Dr. King. He was total good trouble… and still is!

All of this noticing and wondering and learning was, of course, going on in a particular context. The external kind, like – you know – the news. And the weather. And…

The internal kind, like how your blood sugar is doing, or what you dreamed, or the questions rolling around in your consciousness.

And, the communal kind. This one has been big for me. The Memorial Service for Dr. Walter Brueggemann happened on Saturday afternoon. You know – online. Kind of surprisingly, especially to me, I decided not to attend. You see, many of the things I learned hanging out with Walter have been filling my awareness lately. From paintings to dreams to Wisdom Cards, his rumbly voice has been present. A huge gift!

So I did a bit of last-minute re-writing on the cards and, then, I painted. There’s nothing much to see yet. Just deep intentions and underlayers and a couple of eyes that nobody seems to see, yet, but me. I know where it’s headed, though. A warrior archetype card. (The last one that needs painting!) Inspired by my human experience of the Poet archetype.

Rest in Good Trouble, Walter. And, wave at my new winged-eye archetype buddy/keeper of wisdom… May we all go forward and, “just tell the story!”

Hallelujah. Amen.

ps… the coppery part of the painting is, indeed, my new scrunched plastic bag technique!

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