Category: Filters

First… I do know that it’s not Wednesday or Sunday. Turns out, I have a few words which want hearing on this particular day, even if it is a Monday!

Perhaps, Earth Day is on your inner calendar.

Or, you and yours may be observing the first day of Passover.

Or, it might be the beginning of the week when Red Madonna actually begins! (Stay tuned!)

In many ways, it’s a prime example of what I mean when I talk about Filters!

You see, I grew up in an eco-centric summer camp program. Florida panthers screaming by the lake at dawn. Campfires. Peace & Justice songs. And a really cool perspective shifter that had to do with figuring out how a gopher tortoise and a turkey oak tree might be interdependent.

And, this is the first Passover since I discovered the name of my 71st Great Grandfather, Hezekiah, of the House of David. And his son, my 70th Great Grandfather, Hezekiah, Jr. And the straight line I can trace from them to me. And on to my girls.

And both of those ah-ha’s are all mixed up with Red Thread in my heart.

So, this day doesn’t feel like just another Monday!

Let’s just say that all of me feels in the game!

The re-shuffled paintings are claiming their new wall space and adjusting to their new Feng Shui roles. (Translation… Intention!)

And the stack of journal notebooks have started an uprising! You see, there is a new book hatching. All the pieces of the puzzle have found their voices at once! (Life is a mixed metaphor!)

Here’s the thing, though…

All the things happening in my creative being are happening because I made space for them. And the words and the art are becoming ancestors of new life that requires both of them in order to be.

James Weldon Johnson and Dr. Estes and my Jewish Great Grandmothers are laughing and crying over cups of soul tea.

Tea means it’s time for shortbread cookies!

So, Chag Sameach! and Happy Earth Day!

ps… nope! All this becoming is not neat and easy to manage. And that, dear Sister, is why there’s Red Madonna! We’ve saved you a space at the fireside of the Dangerous Old Woman. And there will be dancing! Don’t check this out for me. Check this out for you. And those who come after you.

My very favorite is simply, What am I trying to accomplish?

It works quite well in the plural, too… What are WE trying to accomplish?

And, then, the one that usually comes right after that… What’s the next right thing?

Well, the Legendary Husband and I have pretty nearly worn out the favorite questions this weekend!

I tried wiggling my nose, like Bewitched, when I was a kid. It didn’t work any better now than it used to! And the challenges keep multiplying. You see, we’re hanging art!

Here’s the thing… this weekend is the break between all the painting adventures that have just concluded and the beginnings of the next ones! (And, no… not painting is NOT an option!)

Well, it’s not an option for me. You see, painting is about so much more than stuff to hang on the walls!

This is what’s pasted to the back of my Guardian canvas, drying so it can be hung…

There are voices in my head, whispering that sharing my vision must start here, with Anne Lamott reading from the gospel of Toni Morrison:

“The function of freedom is to free someone else, and if you are no longer wracked or in bondage to a person or a way of life, tell your story. Risk freeing someone else. Not everyone will be glad that you did. Members of your family and other critics may wish you had kept your secrets. Oh, well, what are you going to do? Get it all down…”

The mantle of the Fiercely Compassionate Grandmothers has been passed to me by generation upon generation of ancestors and wisdom keepers. I receive it, as a Guardian, with huge gratitude and honor. And I dedicate myself to continue to express and expand the notion of Fierce Compassion, now – in this context – and into the future.

I will continue to notice and wonder. To weave new learning into the map of reality I claim.

I will find new ways to share the old stories which have been Hope on my path.

I will be one of those five people… listening to our Littles, taking them seriously, and not shaming or blaming them for their questions… for as many people as I am able.

I will invite others to join this crucial pathway of empowering grace and Intentional Creativity®. As many as I am able.

I began, as we all must, by being one of those five people for myself and I will proclaim that Good News all the days of my Earthly journey.

I will stay on the path to the place where I am called… the place my old friend, Frederick Buechner, described as the point where my deep joy and the world’s deep longing meet.

I will use what I have learned to help others claim that place for themselves. To release what has held them back and to claim new perceptions to guide them into the future.

I will invite those I meet to consider adding their own inner Rebel to their journeys.

I will utilize the wonder of Medicine Painting as a doorway to help my beloveds claim their transformations with as much of their consciousness as they are able in the moment.

With every fiber of my being, I will do all these things from a place of commitment and intention – with choice and voice and sovereignty – for it is my time to walk the Way of Love.

(And, quite possibly, sleep even less with this crowd whispering in my ear all night!)

                                                  

Now I’m going to say the surprising thing…

I’ve been a teaching elder and a pastoral counselor for decades. My medicine basket is stocked a with good grasp of clown ministry and a doctoral dissertation on weddings. Also with Ericksonian hypnotherapy and EMI and NLP and Enneagram work and a whole lot of other really useful things to know.

And Intentional Creativity® painting helps them all work better!!!

There are lots of reasons for that. Here are the two that matter most:

Making art uses our whole being!!!

And that opens the door to whole person growth. Or, healing, if you prefer.

Is it easy? Sometimes not, if we’re working deep.

Is it a next right thing on the path to what we’re trying to accomplish? Very often, yes!!! And NOW is an excellent time to start! Or, start again!!!

So… me. Inviting YOU, Sister! We start really soon! I’ll be right beside you. Just click the link for all the fabulous details…

https://musea.org/red-madonna-celebratrix

ps… in case you want to see some more very cool things art can help you make, do some wandering in the place called FierceArtWithHeart! Original paintings, museum quality prints, mugs… and awesome leggings! Daphne will be delighted to show you around!

Feel free to laugh if you’ve known me for a while! Let’s just say there are things I do better than singing… at least on key!

Though the whole fireside bit definitely has Joan Baez humming in my ear!

One of those things I do better seems to be the magical process I refer to as hatching. Like keeping the eggs warm until they are ready to hatch. Sourdough starter works for a metaphor here, too. So does staring at a #wipwednesday painting long enough to hear its message.

I’ve been staring at the hippo who started out as an unusual growth on a very old tree and insisted on appearing in my Temple painting. (And, yes… I thought she was done!)

She’s the latest to join the tribe of Spirit Animals who have joined me on my journey in the last few years. There are Newfoundland dogs, of course. Seven of them, all told. Teachers, every one… like Luther, who saw with his heart, and appeared in my second Legend painting.

There are bears, too. (You’ve met Daphne!) And spiders, of the weaver-dreamer sort. The recent, very determined owl and her tortoise sister. All of them symbols for legendary perspectives and gifts.

There’s a new member of the pack, these days. You see, I’m reading a new-old book. One I read decades ago. Or tried to. I don’t think I had the filters back in those days to really make space for Women Who Run With the Wolves.

Now I know more!

When I woke this morning, I reached for my new copy of Dr. Estes’ book subtitled Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype. Odd, really, to notice that it was published in 1992, when I was deep in a context with no space for the voices – at least none that I experienced – of wild women. (Except, maybe, ones who could carry a tune!)

Chapter 1 is entitled The Howl: Resurrection of the Wild Woman. There we meet a woman known, among many other names, as La Loba. Her work, according to Dr. E., is the collecting of bones. She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world.

And you, dear heart, may already suspect why this story is touching my heart in the context of this moment, now.

Here are three words which virtually scrawled themselves in my hatching journal as I was reading…

My cup of cacao, nearby, I read on. Fortunately there were tissues handy, too! Dr. E said…

Let us consider La Loba herself. In the symbolic lexicon of the psyche, the symbol of the Old Woman is one of the most wide-spread archetypal personifications in the world. Others are the Great Mother and Father, the Divine Child, the Trickster, to Sorceress(er), the Maiden and Youth, the Heroine-Warrior, and the Fool(ess). Yet, a figure like La Loba can be considered vastly different in essence and effect, for she is symbolic of the feeder root to an entire instinctual system… the archetype of the old woman can also be apprehended as old La Que Sabe, The One who Knows.

There’s more of course. That last bit was only page 27! For now, though, my friend the hippo, who is grateful to have received nostrils, now wants more attention to her mouth and chin. I think she wants to be whole!!!

And that, dear friend, is my prayer for us. All of us.

ps… the Hebrew word beside her face is Chesed… steadfast love.

pps… need a bit of peace and wisdom with your cuppa? Or know someone who might? Lots of choices at FierceArtWithHeart! Maybe this year we could think of Mothers’ Day as Dangerous Old Womens’ Day!

Do you remember the board game? I do!

I grew up in a family of game-players. Lots of card games, especially Cribbage. My dad and I were Monopoly fans. Mom and my sister, not so much.

It seems like Life was a birthday gift for my sister one year. Tiny cars and little pink and blue peg people. And a wandering path through life… early adulthood to retirement. College, jobs, careers, possibilities for marriage and children. The Hasbro® folks did their Leave It To Beaver style homework in the ’60’s!

I was kind of surprised when I woke Saturday morning with the little cars and peg people on my mind! And I decided to roll over, adjust the weighted blanket, snuggle back up to the Legendary Husband, and see what might appear next.

Then, it came to me! #truecolors! A new adventure in the land of Intentional Creativity®.

I spent a lot of Friday evening getting set up. Washing paint brushes. (Duh!) Making space for a 30×40 inch canvas portal of possibility. Setting up my altar… my intentional sacred space. Helping some new painters get sorted in our virtual universe. (I’m hearth tending in the app which is a whole lot like the best parts of being a camp counselor!)

This particular journey is a new one. I really had no clue where we were heading. And I was totally good with that. Guides I trust… inner and outer! And, unlike the board game… no way to lose!!!

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Now it is Sunday morning. And Grandmother Moon has been whispering again! Not about board games, but words from a poem…

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

It took me a bit to sort that particular message. And, then, I knew.

I felt just like that while we were painting yesterday!!! Early on, my work looked like this…

And a bit later, after a slightly rogue adventure in the land of palette knives and heavy body paint…

Things got deep about then. The next right thing was change and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to change. I loved it just the way it was!

I was sure, though, that I wanted to stay on the road. So, right before bed time… portal! Which, somehow, became, at least for me, vessel!

Truth??? It gives me chills. The good kind!

And, in this moment, Grandmother Moon is still whispering in my ear!

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

It took a bit of hunting. My first thought was The West Wing. I pushed enough buttons to come up with the title… High Flight. And then I knew. Madam Secretary!

A conversation between Henry and a young pilot claiming his deep, deep love for flying and his conscientious objection to killing.

High Flight… by John Gillespie Magee

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

That’s what I felt like last night at my easel! That’s what Grandmother Moon was trying to get me to notice!

Here’s what the poem sounds like in my world:

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

That’s a scary big statement. An intention, more than an accomplishment. One that keeps me on the road.

Amen. Amen. Selah.

For now, though, laundry and more paint and the usual wondering about what to have for dinner!

ps… the heavy body image, before the vessel, has volunteered to become leggings! Stay tuned!!!

pps… curious? Have some dreams of your own??? Let’s grab a cuppa! 30 min. My gift. Your questions!

It’s a big question. And one many of us didn’t learn to ask when we were the Littles. It always felt – at least to me – as though nobody asked what I wanted to be then… in that moment, and the next day, and the days after that.

Just, when I grew up!

Never mind, for the moment, that questions like that are really hard for people who haven’t yet begun, neurologically, to think abstractly.

Let’s think about it this way…

If you’d asked a four year old me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I probably would have told you that I wanted to be the Romper Room Lady! You see, I was already becoming an expert at the moving thing and the Romper Room Lady moved with us from Cleveland to Pittsburg, which made me feel less alone.

A few years later, I’d have told you I wanted to be a teacher just like Miss Knott, my second grade idol.

By the time I was about 14, I knew! I wanted to be a veterinarian and help pets who loved their people. And yes… more moves and a Golden Retriever named Alice who was my best friend.

Things happened, as they often do, and I did not become (officially) any of those things.

What I did become, back then, was a college drop-out, single mom who needed a lot of help (and food stamps and student loans!) to become a nurse, only to get told I didn’t get paid to think, which left me just getting the hang of the abstract thought thing and knowing more school was in order.

About then, I met a guy named Steve Glenn. Steve taught me some things to do that began to shift my view of the world.

If you’ve been reading along for a while, you can probably say this with me, and I’d love it if you would!

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.

That was when it began to occur to me that perhaps the real issue was claiming what I wanted to do, while BEING ME.

Which, frankly, is a scarier question. At least it was for me.

So, deep breath! And fast-forward through years full of noticing and wondering. And becoming a grandmother. And frequent flyer miles with the knee surgeon. And being one of those 5 people as often as I could.

Which brings us to now. In a world where it feels like a whole lot of people are trying to cancel out people like me. Like us. To take away our choices. And silence our voices. And hide our votes.

Steve was right, all those years ago. And what I learned from him is quite possibly more urgent now than it was then. And the change starts with me. And you. And our versions of being one of those 5 people right where we are.

So, I’m turning my body into a billboard. And ordering a new batch of yard signs.

I am feeding myself… body, mind, and spirit. Homemade broth. Grown-up Fairy Tales. Prayer dots.

And, physical therapy. Even after yesterday, which was no fun AND helpful! (Already!!!)

And here’s what I want to do… what I intend… what I AM doing…

I am putting myself out there to listen to my peeps – the ones I know and the ones I have yet to meet – to take them seriously, and not shame or blame them for their questions.

To help them claim what they want, way deep down, and to rattle my Medicine Basket for just the tools that will help them get from their version of the Romper Room Lady to whatever expression of Good Trouble calls them in this world, now.

It’s going to take a whole lot of us. And I’m all in!

ps… the photo at the top, “Guardians of Fierce Compassion… Then. Now. Always.” is my best idea of what all this looks like.

pps… thanks to Daphne for modeling! And for agreeing to let me tell you that her name means Laurel Tree, and symbolizes love and protection.

ppps… it’s entirely likely that you, dear heart, have spent a lot of years trying to take yourself seriously, and not shame or blame yourself for your questions. And it’s hard to do alone! So, check this out! A circle of sisters to sit around the fire with, and paint what you’re learning with, and be celebrated on your road! And it starts soon!!! Fix yourself a cuppa, grab a red thread if it’s handy, and click here for a real path forward! I’d be thrilled for you to be you and join in!

I would welcome you to this day of prayer dots and Joan Baez!

In fact, I am welcoming you to this day, even though I don’t run the actual calendar! It’s a good way to be, especially in these days!

And, yes… the photo is my personal studio/sanctuary. Let me show you around… There are actually two paintings on the table, receiving their dotty edges, even though it’s hard to tell. Both of them newly completed. (I think! They’re kind of always works-in-progress around here! As are those of us who are paying attention!!!)

Here’s a closeup of Our Lady of Fiercely Compassionate Abundance… the one on the top… from my recent #Filters workshop for #Origins, known as #OIC!

And, barely visible, just below her (I’m painting edges!) is She Who Has Ears to Hear.

She is our story for this day!

Part of a year-long journey known as #RedMadonna, she has taught me so much! Or, perhaps more accurately, they have taught me so much! A Prophetess with the owl and tortoise who insisted on joining the journey.

I know… you’ve heard about them before. And there’s new news today!

First, though, a bit about process, from Owl…

I really, really wanted to be in this painting! Sue agreed, after I begged one night in a dream. She looked up pictures of owls for guidance. The first me was, well, cute. And way too small! So Sue made me bigger! And then she read something from her Indigenous Shima friend, Maria Yraceburu, about heart-faced barn owls and I got to be one of those! You see, I represent wisdom and intuition, magic and prophesy. Since the whole painting was about our prophetess, I obviously belonged there! Just between us, I was a bit of a challenge for Sue to paint. She even looked up how many toes I needed! Four on each foot. Two pointing forward. One pointing back. And the fourth one able to point either frontwards or backwards, depending on what needs doing! Really!!! I think tortoise was happy to have me along on this path. She has a big task… to be a bearer of spiritual medicine, guiding us on a transformative journey of finding stability, seeking protection from harm, and embracing the art of living. (It’s amazing what Sue can find out online!) I think tortoise and I make a good team! And that’s a good thing because there’s another journey about to begin. And you’re invited!

You see, #RedMadonna2024 is beginning!!!

A whole year in virtual circle with amazing women. Community. Learning. Creating. Growing! With our whole selves!!! And, whether you’ve been in that circle for years, or are utterly new around here, you’re welcome.

Our theme is Celebratrix! As in, intentionally celebrating life along the way. And I’m deeply honored to be part of the leadership team. Tortoise has already volunteered to help since celebrating is a great way to embrace the art of living!

So… please fix yourself a cuppa and grab some Red Thread if it’s handy. Then click here to hear some of the stories and see some of the art and just let yourself wonder if this is, indeed, your next step.

And, yes… I’d be delighted to answer your questions! suesvoice@gmail.com

ps… tending my Spirit, intentionally, with paintbrushes and pens and celebrations, helps me tend my body and my community, too! Really!!!

pps… you really don’t need to know anything about painting. We’ve got you!