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!!!

pps… got a list of your own? Dreams… questions… notions of that place where you are called? Let’s talk! 45 min. My gift. It’s going to take a lot of us! Your bring a cuppa & some Red Thread if it’s handy. We’ll pull a card and ponder the path to the place where you feel called! Just click here and the calendar elves will hook you up!