Out of my comfort zone!

I was listening, on Friday, to a program called Awakened Wealth. Our fearless leader announced, with a straight face, that, “Stepping out of our comfort zone is the key to abundance!”

It’s too early yet to know where all that is leading but I think the guy may be some kind of crystal ball predictor of the future because I’ve had a whole lot of “out of my comfort zone” going on ever since I heard that.

And, yes, I can think of several reasons why that might be true.

I said, “yes!” to an opportunity to be interviewed by a creativity sister and I’m declining to be terrified! One of the things we’re going to chat about is the program I’ve been hatching for three years which is likely to become real sometime later this summer. It’s called Grammy Camp! I’m waaaayyy past excited!

Then, there are some more new friends. One is the painting I’m doing, glimpsed above, which features an image of the late Congressman John Lewis. John is becoming a friend, instead of simply a mythical inspiration, as I paint over and swear and paint over some more.

As I’ve mentioned, I am not a portrait painter!

I am, however, a pretty decent notice-r and wonder-r. For example, as I’m still not real comfortable with the out and about bit, I’ve been noticing the details of black and brown skin tones on TV. CNN is especially helpful for this.

Being, by nature, more tuned to words than images, I seem to have spent more time listening to what the folks on TV were saying than I did studying their facial features. But, learning happens everywhere we let it and, at the very least, I have new things to try.

And I’m wondering how I’ve gotten this far with faces painted purple and blue. (Don’t laugh. It works!)

It has never been my plan to be a realist. (Well, not with paint.)

But, we’re making progress, John and I. I know two people who have actually looked at my painting-in-progress and recognized him!

Then, today, I made another new friend.

I was sitting at my easel in the studio which has a big window facing out to our garden. And the front porch.

A young black man in an Amazon vest arrived and flung a (blessedly unbreakable) package at the door. I acknowledged the thump with a wave.

Then my visitor was back, just outside the window, pointing at my painting, grinning and doing a thumbs up dance.

Suddenly, I suspect, we became real people. And it felt like something we could all use a lot more of!

Back to the canvas. I’m currently sketching in the Capitol dome. Rough sketching. And John has decided he wants cherry blossoms!

I’m thrilled. Lots more of my favorite kind of prayer dots… the ones I make with a fingertip.

By the time you read this, I will have taught some more new friends at Envoys for Humanity about the magic of prayer dots. (Or, Dots of Hope.) And, if Phoebe has anything to say about it, she’ll have made a bunch more friends, too.

Luther finds Zoom more challenging than he used to and will no doubt nap during the dot-fest.

Here’s our question for you…

Where are you going out of your comfort zone to make new friends? I’d love to hear! If you click on John’s photo at the top of this post and scroll way on down past these words, there’s a place to leave a comment.

ps… if you do wander from your comfort zone, making new friends, you’re pretty much guaranteed some abundance of spirit. Maybe, just maybe, some of the other kind, too.

pps… the intention for the painting of Congressman Lewis, which you can see glimpses of in the blue sky, was a quote of his: We may not have chosen the time but the time has chosen us. Let’s be Good Trouble!

When Life Feels Like a Painting…

It’s been a bit of a day. As the old song begins, It’s raining. It’s pouring…

There are 265 total pounds of wet, snoring Newfoundlands lying at my feet.

We made it home from an excursion not only out of the house, but up the big road, to visit my ortho guy. It went the way I hoped it would. Basically, “Yes, several things hurt but the bionic knee parts are holding up well!”

This is powerful good news. And a perfect reason to catch up with my physical therapist buddy.

The new laptop registration thing they’ve added to the office, though, needs to go!

While Republicans booed Liz Cheney today, I am cheering. I agree with her about virtually nothing except that we need truthful leaders we can trust to uphold the Constitution and rule of law. Which brings to mind one of the new questions on my list of hugely important things to wonder… What are the girls learning by watching us?

Just in case you have littles, too, I’m happy to loan you my question!

All of which, in a round-about way, brings me to my work-in-progress painting for this particular Wednesday.

It’s supposed to be last year’s Red Madonna painting, which I only began in January or February, in the company of a dear Paint Sister. I tried following the process. Really!

Somehow, though, there’s a message in there insisting on being heard.

And, in my world, that means it’s been time for the heavy body paints (Think brightly colored toothpaste!) and the palette knives. (I’ve moved on from swiping kitchen spatulas!)

It’s an amazing tool for new perspective. And there are lots of layers on this canvas. I think I know what’s coming next, but only time will tell. For this moment, I’m in love with the colors and the energy.

And the reminder that we often don’t know where we’re going until we wind up somewhere else.

Actually, I’m winding up somewhere else on Sunday, and you’re invited! (Really!) We’re going to learn how to use prayer dots, or Dots of Hope, to energize postcards (and their writers) for things like getting out voters.

Here’s the link for all the info. Great people. One of those ways we hope our kids will learn from watching what we do. And, maybe even by helping!

ps… the dots work for other things, too. Like peace signs to go with prayers for our sisters and brothers around the world. Or a healing heart for those struggling with loss and fear and loneliness. You get the drift…

Giving Thanks!

After three days of hail storms and tornadoes in the area and trees down over wide parts of town, I am blessed to be able to say that the house didn’t fall on us and the trees didn’t fall on the house. (Read that new roof and solar panels!)

Today is grey and gloomy, with an in-between feeling about it. Like waiting for whatever is next.

The beasties are anxious.

Malicious elves somehow climbed into my laptop and made all my favorite bookmarks disappear. (This is NOT a happy event!)

What I had planted in the garden looks pretty beat up.

Bill went to the Farmers Market with 10 things on his list and came home with two. This is a statement about existential weirdness in the neighborhood, not about Bill!

Blessedly, the space in our house formerly known as the breakfast room which now most resembles an appliance showroom, has two freezers in it!

Thus, our menu for this evening… thawed stuff on a bun with real tomatoes!

My calendar is running over with tech-y things inclined to make me want to hide.

The atmospheric pressure is still out of wack because of the weather which makes the things that hurt, hurt more than usual.

Here’s the weird thing… It’s all good!

Today I got to tell the person who’s been my best friend since the first day of seventh grade, “Happy Birthday!” despite a previous adventure with a very nasty brain aneurysm.

My Soul Expression Breakthrough group is doing amazing work as we round the bend to the future.

Gloria, my Intentional Creativity/Seminary intern, has finished her last class before graduation! (Details to follow…)

My painting of John Lewis has told me what comes next!

And, odd as this may seem, I have words for what I do!

Are you ready?

(Am I?)

Here goes…

You know how we get stuck sometimes and all the stories and tips and rules we’ve learned don’t help us to see what’s next?

Well, that’s what I do! I help women, many of them grandmothers, use the creativity deep in their souls to nurture the lives they long for! ®

There will be lots of examples, and opportunities to join in, coming soon. And I’m here if you have questions.

For this moment, the beasties are hungry and there’s only one answer to that. Sardines!

ps… Oh, and blessings for you and yours… from the early days of a Legend painting.

pps… If you haven’t joined the blog mailing list yet, and are curious about what’s coming, now would be a great time! Just click that annoying thing that usually drives you nuts while you’re reading and join the family!

What are we learning?

Living with a 165# dog who sees with his heart is a bit of a challenge sometimes.

Luther, as you may have heard, has been expanding his perceived parts of the house lately. I’m delighted. Mostly.

The fact that he and Phoebe spend a lot of time camped on the rubber mat in what serves as our family room can be a navigational challenge, especially on less than optimal orthopedic days, even though I just love having them there.

He’s really good at the door they use to get out back and he knows exactly where his placemat is for the canine fine dining experience. (I’ll spare you the details!)

Last night, though, he went on an adventure. I could hear him wandering and tried our usual strategy in which I call his name and tap on a piece of furniture to give him something to follow.

Somehow, though, we weren’t making much progress.

Finally, I went hunting.

He was all the way down the hall at the door to our room, doing his tap dance thing and wagging his tail.

That was quite the adventure for him!

As it was a couple of hours or so before anyone was likely to go to bed, I called him to come back down the hall with me.

He stayed put, wagging.

Being a huge believer in choice and opportunities to learn, I rubbed his ears and left him to explore.

Not too much later, I heard him making his way back up the hall.

Step. Step. Sniff. Step. Step. Bump wall.

He was working it out!

I added in some voice cues and a bit of chair tapping.

Eventually, he was safely back on the rug, curled up with Phoebe, while The West Wing played on.

As many of you know, I’m convinced that context is a critical factor in making meaning out of things.

Earlier in the day I had chatted with a friend who just had her second vax and was doing quite well.

Before that, I had checked out CNN‘s assertions that having the vax was, indeed, important, followed, before too long, by some conversation about conservative, evangelical pastors loudly taking the other side of the issue.

It occurred to me, after considerable watching and listening and pondering context, that we’re all a lot like Luther in this moment. A world full of things we’ve never experienced before. No real certainty about the path from here to there. Sometimes, even, the sense that we’re feeling our way along on our own.

In some ways, the world is always like that. These days, though, most of us are a lot more aware of not knowing.

Our children may be even harder to teach than my enormous, blind dog.

Here’s where I think we start:

  • It’s okay to feel what we feel.
  • We get to choose what to do with our feelings.
  • Not everybody will feel like we feel.
  • That’s okay.
  • There are lots of things to do with our feelings that don’t hurt us or others. (Art, music, tears… you’ll know.)
  • What we feel now won’t last forever. And, we get to learn from it.
  • When we feel scared or mad or sad, it helps us understand others.

When I think about how brave and wise Luther is, even with all he’s been through, it inspires me. And makes me want to help others.

Which, if we try really hard and listen with our hearts, may turn out to be what we all learn most in this moment. That, and new skills for finding our way.

ps… Spring has sprung in our garden!

pps… There’s still time to get in on the postcard party Tuesday evening! Live music and (me) painting. Just click here for all the info. We need all the Good Trouble we can get and you KNOW you want to help change the world!

The Sentence I Never Guessed I’d Write…

I dreamed, this morning, about John Lewis.

Yep. That John Lewis.

And music. And cameras. And paint. And a big, blank canvas.

And people – people I don’t know yet – everywhere. Watching. Me.

It’s not exactly as unexpected as it sounds. You see, yesterday I said YES!

Yes to a new friend.

And yes to painting, live, in an event known as Zocalo Zoom, which I’m only just learning about.

Here’s the short version… Musicians, activists, and me. Virtually gathered for some fun and community and postcard writing.

Yes, the political kind. And not just to our own Senators but to a bunch of pivotal Senators who need to hear our voices.

Primarily, at the moment, on a bill about fixing the filibuster so that the Senate can vote on voting rights. Civil rights. Human rights. Rights the late Rep. John Lewis spent his life on.

My job is to be the artist. I have a plan. Thankfully! But one of the things the plan depends on is me, painting John Lewis’s very recognizable face.

Live. Fast.

And doing it while painting the rest of the canvas, too. Layers to dry. Lot’s of dots to make. Background. Glazing.

Did I mention the dots?

And, you can join in, too!

Here’s all the information.

Phoebe and Luther, the resident Studio Angels, have already signed up and they’re really hoping you will, too!

So is Bella Mama!

And, just in case you might be wondering what Bella Mama, who was once so purple that Bill called her Elvira, is doing in this conversation…

She told me how to do it!

For this moment, some more layers for my Psalms painting. Quite possibly about courage!

And the contest entry to finish.

And, just in case you’re wondering, Why?… that’s easy. I have two granddaughters growing up in this world.

ps… the painting at the top is a Psalm of Creation in progress!

The Muse is at it again!

I can tell it’s time for the next big thing to be born because the Muse woke me at about 5:30 this morning. (I think she lives in a different time zone!)

When she started whispering in my ear, I tried to soothe her back to sleep by obediently opening the book on the top of the stack next to the bed. Then I grabbed the pencil which lives on the nightstand for just this sort of adventure and scribbled her message inside the cover. Three words.

(Using a pencil for this job is easier than a pen on the flannel sheets in case it gets dropped, says the experiential learner!)

That worked for a couple of minutes. Then, more scribbling. And a bit more.

Then I gave in and got up.

A favorite sunny yellow mug of hot water and lemon. My current journal. And my Color of Woman Initiate Book.

Trouble was indeed afoot!

Trouble, as it turns out, that I’d really appreciate your help with. You see, I have homework to do. Well, it’s really more like what one of my teachers refers to as market research.

This is not an unfamiliar term in my universe. In fact, when I was about 5 years old, I used to help my dad with what he also called market research.

Mom would dress me in “cute” clothes and off I’d go with my Dad, to the nearest Kroger store. (Groceries, if you’re not from around here.)

Daddy would set up his little card table, complete with a plastic tablecloth, and set out the Dixie cups. (Remember the different colored ones?) My job was to play like any other kid walking by and, when he asked me to taste the orange juice, the red cup always had the Tropicana which was, of course, “the best” kind!

Just between us, I’m kind of missing the Dixie cups!

Instead, I have questions. Quite possibly, questions for you! (Yes, you, as long as you’re one of the first 6 wise women who email me! suesvoice@gmail.com )

Here’s the deal…

You agree to spend about half an hour with me (phone or Zoom) answering some questions about your journey to making a difference. To mattering. There are no right or wrong answers. Only yours. (Though there might be extra credit for choosing red!)

Then, as my way of saying a huge thank you, we’ll schedule a time for 30 – 45 minutes of a Super Power Self Portrait mini course! No paint required. All you need is a decent sized piece of paper and 2 or 3 markers in your favorite colors. And, if you like, we can chat a few minutes about some upcoming opportunities to continue on your mattering journey with some help from me.

I promise… no obligation to me. It is, however, just possible that your Muse will have other ideas… especially in these days!

ps… That’s my Muse, peering at you from the watery depths, at the top of this post. Her name is Anemone, a symbol, according to some, of discovering new opportunities in alignment with you, new doorways worthy of actively stepping through…

pps… This is Luther, one of our official studio angels, with one of his very favorite girls. Luther thinks it would be really helpful of you to decide to email me and help with my homework questions. Luther thinks anything that helps us matter is a really good plan! suesvoice@gmail.com

Bless the beasts and children!

Our kids are here! It’s been almost a year and a half and I’m close to weeping with the joy.

We’re being as wise as we can be. The adults are fully vaccinated or half-way there. Masks abound. We’re even using a bigger table for eating so we have more personal distance. And there’s lots of hand washing going on!

We are, of course, painting.

We’re also heavily involved with the new family bonding adventure known as dog brushing. Phoebe and Luther are in huge beast heaven!

Swiffering is an excellent form of quiet exercise.

Our kitchen is packed full of willing chefs. Tonight, a truffle risotto experiment. I miss Italy, and the girls are adventurous eaters.

I am at peace in a way I haven’t been since the pandemic started.

Well, almost. We’ll leave Georgia state politicians for another day.

There’s a line for the shower. I have no idea where the kitchen mandoline may have run off to. Pollen is taking over the world. Not sure we’re going to have time for planting seeds as there is way more weeding to be done than even a couple of days ago.

Full disclosure: I was tempted to type, just a moment ago, the old statement:

All manner of thing shall be well.

Then I stopped myself, deeply conscious of all those in our world who are feeling like very little will ever be well again.

And, somehow, both of those things have truth in them.

More truth, in fact, than I’m sure what to do with.

Here’s what I do know… I am blessed to be able to feed my family. And shelter the dogs. And share groceries with a friend in need.

Tomorrow, the plan is for the girls to help me write postcards to encourage voters in a Congressional run-off.

And there are, of course, more dots to be made.

You and yours are on the list, too.

ps… Watch for my new Shopify store coming soon to a web page near you!