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You probably have days like this, too! And the details don’t really matter all that much. Huge concerns. The edge of tears. Loss. Anxiety. One rainstorm too many. (Hopefully) random sneezing. The letting go after a worried day.

The sky really isn’t falling, which doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like it is!

So, what helps?

Well, in my case, some time in Zoom-land with a tribe of curious women in touch with their dreams and happy to play with ways to make those dreams into reality.

Which inspired me to make some placement art out of a few of my favorite things. I started with a stockpot, which is considerably more photogenic than the bones thawing in the fridge.

A pitcher of stand-by roses, holding space for the real ones which will one day reappear in the garden.

A white near-candle, safe light in the realm of big, hairy dogs.

A magic paint brush.

My tiny hand-carved wild goose which, courtesy of my friends in Scotland, is a reminder of the presence of the Spirit, even on droopy days.

The beginnings of a new painting for the friend in the midst of some of this week’s worries. Safe and well. (Don’t worry… the colors will change!)

And, if you squint just a bit, my four year old sign of hope, standing tall among the arugula in the garden.

Yes, I’m still all in. Especially after today’s statement. It all boils down to just this… the greatest good for the most people.

Yesterday I did an interview about my book, Grandmothers Are In Charge Of Hope.

The magic, like some of today’s, happened in Zoom-land with a new friend I’ll introduce you to soon.

Angela and I had a great conversation. And, as we chatted, people were voting.

According to the exit polls, more of them voted out of fear than of hope.

I understand the fear. More, perhaps, every day.

But part of my journey, my promise to my girls and myself, is to keep acting out of hope.

I’ll admit it’s been a bit of a challenge today. So, just in case I need more reminding, I’m off to make some prayer dots. Forty six of them, to be exact.

And, tomorrow?

Paint peeps. Meetings. Dots. Soup. Hope. And room for you.

For years now I’ve been learning about the memories and connections we have conscious access to, and ways to invite access to new things filed away inside us. Lots of training in Ericksonian hypnosis opened many paths for me through the years.

Lately, I’ve been learning about the gateways of image and embodied access.

Don’t worry. That’s not quite as woo-woo as it sounds! But, first, let me tell you a story…

For most of my life, my dreams have occurred in what my neuro-linguistic programming friends would call the auditory-digital processing mode. Translation: more like listening to an audio book than watching a movie, which is to say that they very rarely involved conscious visual images.

I thought I was weird. Turns out, I was just more familiar with words than pictures. (And possibly a little short on one of the B vitamins. B-6, I think.)

Since my deep dive into Intentional Creativity and the world of making images, though, I’ve begun to have increasingly visual dreams!

And, the embodied – or kinesthetic – act of picking up a paint brush or marker and moving it to create those images opens up access to more of my creative imagination. (Well, not just mine…)

(Now, if you’ve sometimes had scary dreams, it helps to know that only the things which are ready and safe to access become conscious.)

Anyway… yesterday I was having a great time painting my first TreeWoman image and she graciously agreed to be shared with you, even though she’s not quite done.

Then, Luther was kind enough to let me sleep this morning, which meant there was time for a dream to find me.

It started out with an old song playing in my head. When I looked it up on YouTube during my first cup of tea, I found a video I didn’t remember. Hope this is as much a gift for you as it was for me!

http://https://youtu.be/pu3d_UPl85A

Then, in my dream, I found myself at Summer Camp, sitting with amazing women and girls under a forest of trees, learning all over again about the things that connect us with each other and the Earth. We were playing our special Camp version of Red Thread Circles.

I didn’t know it back then, nor did I know the language, but that was my first conscious experience of the Divine Feminine!

Then my dream changed, as dreams often do, to my first granddaughter’s second birthday party.

Kenzie was very into dressing up so we got her a huge basket full of wardrobe items for her imagination.

Little did I know that, years later, I would be hanging out with a tribe of folks known as Cosmic Cowgirls!

When I woke, I had the sense that much of the dream had been TreeWoman calling me to live more fully the important places of connection that have long slept deep inside me.

So, I painted some more. Circles for TreeWoman. And rain.

Then, my Midnight Muse- in-progress, who is deeply involved in all this newness, announced that she wants a cowgirl hat!

I’ll keep you posted…

Oh, if the whole access thing intrigues you, stay tuned as I learn more about the miracles of Motherboard!

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