New batteries for the magic wand!

Heresy alert!!!

I have come to the conclusion that the only thing scarier than change is NO change!

Yep… I know. That’s not the way many of us learned it.

And, just between us, this is a pretty big topic at our house.

Let’s just say that the Legendary Husband and I have differing notions of same and different!

He has strong same strategies for food. And seemingly random patterns of time. (Except for Saturday nights… and Dragon Con!)

My journey feels different. At least to me.

It’s kind of an internal/external dynamic.

When I’m processing internal stuff – often on a non-conscious level – my powers of avoiding change kick in. I just don’t have the energy for external newness.

Then, when an inner ah-hah comes, I often need external change to support my new perceptions and goals and visions.

And, if I were to come totally clean, I’m pretty sure we both consider each other as oddly random. (Which is an issue for another day!)

For today, it’s memory lane time. Specifically, Eckerd College in about 1986 for one of my favorite quotes of all time:

In order to learn we must be willing to be changed.

I hear you! It does feel scary at first glance.

And yes, if it were my voice in these days, my inner red ink persona might go with:

In order to learn we must make space for change to find us.

Let’s just say that I did and I am. Which seems to take lots less energy than resisting does!

And, yes… it takes practice!

Here’s my best tip…

Carrot is easier than stick!

And company helps!

Which reminds me of a scene from The West Wing.

I’ve been down the Change hole a lot! And I have a whole Medicine Basket full of ways to make it work!

It’s going to take a whole lot of us to squeeze hope out of the world in this moment. If you could use a Fiercely Compassionate Rebel Grandmother who’s been there before, let’s talk! 45 min. My gift. Just summon the calendar elves to find you some time!

And, just in case you’re feeling skeptical… the very writing of these words, in this moment, made space for the next steps on my path to appear!!! With apologies to the exclamation point conservation fairy, it’s really exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ps… did you notice all those triangles on Grandmother Moon’s head? That’s our secret code for change!

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Surprise! I like choosing… aka, Legend, part next.

Okay, maybe not so much a surprise, if you’ve been reading along for a bit.

And, true!

It happened like this…

Grandmother Moon has been doing her job, whispering in my ear.

And, yes… she’s whispering about paint.

Sadly, the actual world hasn’t been listening.

Instead, my local universe is obsessed with sewer pipes. Specifically, putting new ones in the pocket park next to our yard.

Imagine the entire percussion section of the least inspired band ever invading all your senses…


The noise is bad enough. The shaking house is even more unsettling. Not just the floors, but dishes in the cupboards and paintings on the walls.

Even the Legendary Husband is rattled. And he has superhuman powers of not noticing!

Still… it was time to paint.

Grandmother Moon had a suggestion.

Do what works!

So, a search through some old paint supplies. Blessedly, something known as a pouncing brush remained from a long ago experiment with painting furniture.

Instead of stroking the paint on the canvas, this tool, with its drum-like end, is for tapping the paint on the canvas. Think woodpecker!

With a bit of practice, I actually managed to tap in time with the construction symphony!

Admittedly, it doesn’t look like much yet. And, it’s on the way!

Eventual art, even in the midst of sensory chaos.

Which is, I suspect, the way most art happens… when making it matters more to the spirit than hiding does.

So, hope… hope… hope… hope… hope…

And trust… trust… trust… trust… trust…

Along with some a-bun-dance… a-bun-dance… a-bun-dance…

And even ov-er-com-ing!


Stay tuned!

For now, the teeth-rattling pounding has stopped and I feel a nap coming on, while the paint dries!

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Perspective Issues!

It’s Legend time again, in one of the lands where I live.

Well, technically, Legend time is coming to a close for this year, while I am just beginning.

Beginning, that is, after a trip to places where legends run deep in the land and in my heart.

So, I am not, as I might once have supposed, behind. I am more ready!

And the painting I began today will be utterly different because I am.

First, a re-purposed canvas. It began in the night sky and got somehow derailed by other adventures. And it feels like the perfect volunteer for this journey!

Then, two colors. One has appeared. Turquoise. Voice chakra. Truth, some would say. A portal of Grace.

Then, soon, the green which carries the energy of Compassion in my world.

And, as you might suspect, a question…

What story have I been telling myself about myself?

I’ll let you know when the answer appears!

For now, me in my imaginary Writing Cave, complete with flickering candlelight and one of my favorite paint shirts.

A different me than the one who began her first Legend painting early in 2018. And that is a huge part of the magic!

That’s where the notion of perspective comes in!

The painting at the top is a messy middle phase of that first Legend journey. My third Intentional Creativity® painting. And my first attempt at a non-chalkboard face.

It was quite the adventure! Especially for the photo-avoidant kid who still hangs out deep inside me.

And the stakes felt really huge.

You see, finishing that first Legend painting was part of the acceptance process for Color of Woman. And, against all odds, I really, really wanted to make that journey even though it felt utterly outside my notions of me.

And so, I broke one of the rules I was raised with.

I did a thing we didn’t do!

And I am still finding a whole lot more of me!

Clearly there are more adventures to be had. Possibly without the Pepto pink paint!

And a question… what adventures might you be pondering? And how might the treasures in my Medicine Basket be helpful??? (The world needs a whole lot of us and the calendar elves will be delighted to hook you up with 45 minutes. My gift. Bring your dreams!)

Re-entry shock!

Eight hundred years is a long time ago… and I feel like I’ve just been magically transported through that much time. Twice.

It’s been quite the trip!

I seem to be coughing more than sleeping. No fever. Covid tests negative. And allergies to most of the stuff you’d take if you were coughing.

Somehow, I’m making my way back to – well – normal. Or, perhaps, familiar would be a better word.

Except that it doesn’t feel that way.

Instead, it feels louder than usual.

MSNBC. Harp music. Chainsaws. Madam Secretary. And, of course, dreams.

(With a pause for a reminder that my very strong neuro-linguistic processing backup is auditory-digital!)

For clarification, the chainsaws are the aftermath of a recent storm.

The rest of it could all be lumped in the category of shifting filters.

It’s not necessarily an easy adventure.

It does feel a whole lot safer than it has in the past. You see, my map of reality has become clear and conscious.

Chosen, even. Intentionally.

And, the process is being helped along by externalizing it. By literally taking scraps of paper and a glue stick and a helpful question or two and creating a visual map of reality.

Which, in a world that often feels like Atlanta rush hour traffic, is really empowering!

Here’s the big news!

We don’t just get one map for all times and all challenges. We get to edit the map as we grow and learn and change!

And, no… this isn’t the way my 7th grade geography teacher explained it!

And, yes… it’s kind of scary.

What’s even scarier, at least for me, is the all too prevalent notion that there’s a right way to see everything and somebody gets to tell us what that is.

So, as the laundry machines spin on and I swig seeming gallons of hot ginger tea, I’m practicing my choosing.

Here’s a clue…

ps… are you ready to get intentional about choosing??? I can help! The first move is yours… take the risk of claiming your version of Buechner’s place where your deep joy and the world’s deep longing meet. Then, let the calendar elves hook you up with 45 minutes. My gift. Let’s cause some good trouble!

Where re-entry meets re-frame… or, “for those with ears to hear!”

Let’s start with truth.

My body missed my chair while I was in France! It turns out that right angles and no chair arms are less optimal, orthopedically, than remote control footrests and all the angles just so.

Geographically, I’ve been home about five days… much of it spent coughing and trying to find ankles somewhere below my knees.

Mentally, emotionally, perspectively, I suspect I’ll never go back to what I used to think of as home again.

You see, home got a whole lot bigger while I was wandering, even though the view from my chair remains the same.

If you’re going to follow along – and I so hope you will! – the view from my chair looks like this:

There has been a lot of intentional curating going on with this view for the last couple of months.

The paintings which are teaching me the most in these days.

The courage to claim what they mean in my life.

Reminders of the path I’m choosing… one step at a time.

For this moment, let’s focus on the large bust on the blue bench. She’s been around for a while, now. Several months. Maybe a year.

She followed me home from the magical neighborhood place called Kudzu, where I often go to walk and wonder.

I wasn’t entirely sure why she insisted on being adopted. I just knew that she had a story to tell me.

(Time out for a reminder that art is both what is intended by the artist and what is received by the viewer… and – if the magic truly works – the message grows over time!)

She has a name now! It’s Minerva, in honor of the place my feet have just been called Minerve.

Also, in honor of my favorite Great Aunt, Emma Minerva. Just between us, she looks very much the way I remember Aunt Em which makes a whole lot of sense in the big picture!

Since she followed me home, she’s been mostly known as Courage. She has graciously received Courage essential oil on her forehead as part of many prayer requests.

Now, as the old saying goes… I know more! For I have walked the ground of Minerve. The place where many courageous Cathar people walked into the flames of crusaders rooting out the heresy of Love and Faith.

Part of the outcome of those tragic days was that nearly a thousand years worth of people grew up never knowing their stories.

I’m beyond grateful, though, that the stories live on, for those with ears to hear. And the perspective to listen!

And, you, dear friend, are already where this is heading… in a world where those who value power over Love are once again trying to hide the real stories of our human journey.

Which is, indeed, to say that YES, my filters are shifting even more!

And, while I’ve been resting up from my cosmic adventure with portals, I’ve also been planting seeds. Seeds of Intention. Of what is next. Of how to share.

A six-petal rose will certainly be involved. Quite probably ready to receive other learners. Pilgrims, even!

Obviously, there will be a lot more trust involved as the future unfolds. Everyday reminders that the story on the news isn’t the only story there is!

And, we do get to choose! May we teach our children well…

ps… I tried to hand Minerva the pen, as we often do with canvases, and she politely declined – with one eyebrow raised – and whispered that this story was mine to tell! More courage!

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Portals… or Trust, part next!

Well, I have returned from my huge adventure!

In many ways, it feels like a return through a cosmic portal. At least portal was the word that came to mind during a very long couple of days getting here!

The Legendary Husband is the local expert on sci-fi fantasy things so I asked for some background info. We wound up at an episode of Stargate. I watched enough to know that the people vanishing into tunnels of light and sound, only to be plopped out in other places, was a reasonable metaphor for what I’m feeling!

Here’s what I do know… the return trip was another huge adventure in trust. Three airports. Very little sleep. An inner suitcase full of previous experience with lost. And falling. Delayed flights. Broken elevators. And the need to deal with a whole lot of the navigation on my own.

Blessedly, while wandering around Heathrow with a boarding pass tagged “unaccompanied wheel chair user,” I survived all the security bit and set out to wait. A lot. And I found a piece of familiar!

The very same Gordon Ramsay Plane Food restaurant I had discovered all the seeming eons ago when I was still on the way! And the manager remembered me. And so I camped, at a small, out of the traffic table with a big pillar right next to it… the perfect hitching post for my wheel chair!

The food was really good. The servers were kind and didn’t rush me. The manager actually offered to reserve my table so I could make a quick trip in need of other other necessary things.

I nested there for about 6 hours, in a place where I felt safe. And left grateful tips!

Then, back into the fray!

Figuring out which gate I needed was a challenge. Finding it was another deal all its own. Including the indoor train adventure with me pushing the wheelchair!

After a lot more yada yada and another delay or two, I was finally in my seat, time zone perplexed and kinda wishing for the ruby slippers!

We won’t even get into overseas arrivals and baggage claim back in Atlanta! Finally, I found Bill, and a considerate young man offered to help us out to the car, even though that was quite an extension of his usual task. (More grateful tipping!)

And, eventually, a pillow.

Grandmother Moon, it seems, missed me, for she had much to share!

Her biggest point was that I managed all of the above challenges because I was trusting in the Divine, much bigger and more power-full than myself.

And then she reminded me of a pre-trip ah-hah in some recent writing.

In partnership with the Divine, I create. And walk the Way of Love.

It’s aspirational, for sure. It’s also Intentional! And that’s a really big thing when we let it be!

And then she gently suggested that, rather than trying to explain portals, I might share some with you from my journey!


The one at the top is inside the abbey at Alet-les-Bains, where we spent two glorious evenings.

The one just below is a glimpse of what re-entry actually looked like!

And the one with which I’ll leave you for this moment is the utterly incredible portal to lots of Divine knowing… David Bailey. (I brought some home!)

ps… you, dear heart, have probably already guessed that trusting in myself was also involved in this adventure! Let’s just say that my filters were undergoing some really helpful editing!!! Wanna know more? The calendar elves are back at work! 45 min. My gift. Your dream!

pps… want more music? Find David Bailey HERE!

ppps… do you think maybe Grandmother Moon is a portal, too???

Notes from a former trust-walk dropout!

After I “graduated” from the amazing, fabulous, life-changing summer camp journey of my youth, I moved on, as adult staff, to lots of church based summer camp adventures.

Most of those were amazing, fabulous, and life-changing, too! In different ways.

There were, however, challenges involved. I won’t bore you with all the details.

One big challenge, for me, though, was the week in Tennessee when we had a volunteer director obsessed with Trust Walks.

This notion presented two challenges for me, as Camp Nurse. First, I was supposed to helping people avoid injuries which is hard when lots of them are teens wandering around blind-folded.

Then there was the fact that I have trust issues. Big, historical ones with deep, deep roots. I tried. Really. I just couldn’t do the blindfolded bit with a virtual stranger.

Yesterday was a huge reminder of the challenge to trust. And there were moments when I kind of wished I had a blindfold!

Just mix a large bus with a winding, narrow, steep mountain road and a whole lot of places where I couldn’t see – you know – ground out the window!

We are on the way… to Montsegur, in the Pyrenees mountains of France! Shepherded, blessedly, by the amazing Jeremy, our driver.

As we wound our way up the mountain, it came to me in a flash… This whole place is about TRUST!

It’s about a lot of other things, too, but under them all, for me, lies trust.

I haven’t gotten all the exact historical stories down just yet. For now let us pause and consider that…

In the year 1244, hundreds of Cathar people, also known as the Pure Ones, walked into the burning fires at Montsegur, after bravely saving their most precious prophesies and sacred stories, and some of their children, these believers in God and Jesus and Mary Magdalene, gave their lives rather than repent their Christian faith.

The siege had been long and terrible armies, commanded by Pope Innocent III, killed hundreds upon hundreds of the faithful for not believing exactly as he proclaimed they must.

We began our time in Montsegur beneath a spreading laurel tree… a sacred place for remembering. And, for me, for renewing my promise to trust what is Divine Creator for me.

I wasn’t able to manage the walk up the mountain. (Well, my wise leader-sisters who’d made the climb before suggested that while I might make it up, down would have been a whole other issue! And, yes… I have more work to do!)

Instead, we stayed long beneath the laurel tree, relishing the shade and the stories.

There were questions, as well.

How, Kathleen McGowan asked, did we feel called to live out of trust in our faith… in this word, now?

It’s a power-full and em-power-ing question! Perhaps it has been so, always. I am certain that it is so, now.

Later, after our sisters returned from the climb, we visited Notre Dame de Montsegur, a 13th century church. The artwork was stunning. Among my favorites…

A nearly life-sized Black Madonna created specifically for Montsegur and unique because she is a part of the church building, permanently installed.

And a replica of Notre Dame de Montserrat, who brings up a whole lot of stories for another time…

For now, it is late… well, here it is! And tomorrow is the beginning of the long path home. So, I’ll press a few more buttons and trust that the elves will do what I pay them for and deliver this peek into my heart to you.

And I’ll hope that you’ll share what bubbles forth in you as you read along.

ps… yes! I do have some new medicine for my basket! Stay tuned!!!

pps… what do you see???

Sue Boardman, Certified Intentional Creativity®
Color of Woman Teacher & Coach