Category: Contemplations

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…

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

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!

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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!)

Do you know the old saying about many things being true and not all going together very well?

I’m beginning to think that’s most of the truth, most of the time! I mean, if we’re paying attention, there’s a whole lot of chaos going on and we need safe places to go. Places to take a break from the chaos. Places to make even a hint of order out of the chaos. Places safe enough to actually allow ourselves to sleep… and dream!

For me, at least, art – and the stories that grow into and from it – helps!!!

It’s a brain processing thing, for sure. The kind that helps all of our powers of perceiving and creating to work together. To make space for newness. (As you may have noticed, this feels like a really good time for that!!!)

And, here’s a bonus! We notice new things when we make art!!! We ask new questions and, if you’ve been reading along for a bit, you know I’m all in favor of new questions!

Now, here’s where we go out on a limb… what if – maybe… just maybe – making art gives us whole new strategies for making choices???

What if we practiced asking ourselves what we could do, rather than what we should do??? You know… actual internal preferences – vs – automatically complying with what we think others expect from us!

And, NO! I am emphatically NOT talking about the kind of coulds filling the news these days. The kind of things that go along with the notion that, in order for X to have more power, all the Y‘s must have less…

Instead, I’m talking about what colors or styles or elements could I choose that would help draw me in the direction of my own highest intentions, whether everything “goes together” or not. Whether it’s “the way we’ve always done it,” or not.

Let’s line it all out… The art we began with is a colored pencil sketch of a tree. It lives in a place I love, and became part of my inner family a while back, when I was up to my eyebrows in an art-venture known as #Guardian.

The same tree appeared previously in a couple of my paintings. In real life, it looks like this:

At one point, in the land of processing new questions, it also looked like this:

All true. All useful in different ways, depending on the questions and the needs. And here’s the punch line:

If a tree can teach me all this – and soothe my spirit at the same time – why would I be okay with needlessly endangering them???

And that, my dear friend, is the thing known around here as one step reframe with a big gold bow! (The reframes are very rarely actually one step, but feel like it when the light comes on!)

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Do you remember Tevye, in Fiddler on the Roof???

Can you hear him, even now???

I can! Dancing on the roof, shouting Tra-di-tion! at the top of his lungs, while his version of the way we’ve always done it was rapidly changing around him…

And, as you’ve already guessed, I can relate!

In fact, I feel like one huge collection of traditions – of stories – that don’t all seem to get along very well.

And how in the world did The Muse get Tevye and the angels and shepherds into the same story on this third Sunday in Advent???

We’ll come back to that question in just a bit!

First, though, could we agree that many, many of us are more conscious of living in the midst of mixed metaphors than we used to be?

Some of that change is technical… as in access to information Tevye could never have imagined! And today – in one of my old, old stories – is about information.

Angels appearing in the fields, telling the shepherds to take their flocks and make their way to Bethlehem, following a star.

No Google Maps. Just wilderness.

No generations of Grandmothers telling them this story all their years. Just go. Now.

No Motel 6 or Howard Johnson’s along the way.

And, at least in my heart, they went. Complete with a Hungarian herding dog (!) and – quite possibly – some Red Thread of their own… connecting them in ways too big to really comprehend.

In this moment, we are remembering. Many, many of us.

The questions – the ones they leave out of Hallmark® cards… probably quite intentionally – are important.

Whose version of the story are we remembering?

Who is included? And who is left out? And who gets to decide who gets to decide???

And – perhaps most timely of all – who benefits hugely, while others suffer???

I’m going to go way out on a limb here. Just me… the most sense I can make of all of this, at this moment. Now.

This story is for everyone who would say yes. Everyone longing for hope. For peace. For justice. Everyone ready to set out on the path with others, longing for ways to be love.

It’s not the only way to tell such a story… and I’m not sure the details really matter all that much.

As long as we choose love… the kind of love big enough for everyone.

ps.. yes! That last word – everyone – is a challenge for me. There are, indeed, a few folks my hurt, angry, frightened emotional self might choose to leave out. (Go ahead and guess!) But, here’s what I know… that part isn’t my job. My job is to say yes. Over and over again. As many times as it takes. Good news isn’t easy. It just beats the hell out of the alternative.

pps… meet my #wip – even though it isn’t Wednesday! A very opinionated painting known, officially, as #Embrace. Unofficially, she is becoming Our Lady of Good Trouble. Stay tuned!

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