If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I’ve been working, exploring, and writing. Red Wheel/Weiser wonderfully decided to publish my latest book, which will be coming out in the Fall, 2018. We’re through the preliminary editing stages, checking out book cover samples, and soon we will have the final copy in hand. Thank you to all my clients and friends who encouraged me along the way, and especially to readers, and editors, Magdalena Montagne and Judika Illes.
Women’s March on DC – Steph and I !
So healing being there! Amazing women, amazing children, and men, too in pink hats. A sea of people – now being counted – 500,000 and millions of people around the world. I felt the anger, sadness, and an outpouring love. The march gave me this strong feeling that we are so much more than we know, and that love, good will, and honesty in the end will prevail. I know it’s going to be a long journey, and my intention is to walk in love and light. Is there any other way?
When I first heard about the Women’s March on Washington I wanted to participate. After Election Day I was in grief – veering from sadness to anger to depression. I kept hearing about the Women’s March, but felt it was too expensive for me to go. They are holding a march in Santa Cruz where I live, and in the Bay Area, but I wanted to be in the middle of a group of powerful, diverse women in Washington D.C.
Magically I found that we could take a bus from New York to D.C. and attend. I have a great friend in New York, Steph, and she said she wanted to attend too. It took less than two hours to arrange. It felt like the angels were urging me on. Inexpensive airfare, decent price for the buses, housing help from Steph and help from GoFundMe. Yes, friends, old and new, men and women, donated to make it all possible. Truly a miracle for me.
I feel it’s imperative to announce loudly to the new administration that we women are standing together to protect healthcare and social security programs for all. As Hillary said, “Women’s rights are human rights.”
So off to New York and Washington D.C. I go. Holding all people in my heart.
We shall overcome this illegitimate presidency.
Soft rain today. This is the San Lorenzo River outside my Tannery Arts Loft. It usually looks like a stream, but today it’s alive and swift. After the four year drought, it feels unusual to have a winter season. We are re-learning how to use umbrellas. Most of Santa Cruzans are out of their flip flops. It’s wet and green, and the mallards on the river are confused. How did the river get so full? Wishing you a wonderful January, 2017.
“The soul of us is never confused about why it is here. It only asks us to wake up and see the breadcrumb clues it has been leaving all along.” ―Jacob Nordby
I’ve always been attracted to the word, “soul” – connoting the essence, the deepest, the holiest in us, in others. You might be faced with the rude fact, perhaps after your own birthday, health challenge, or the death of a loved one, that time on earth isn’t infinite, that it is in fact, limited. We never know how much time we truly have to live.
I have had the privilege of helping people find their soul purpose in my Artist Way and Prosperity Classes, and also through in personal psychic healings and readings. It’s so exciting to see the light come on, an aha experience. And then in time see people move toward their dreams. Suddenly, they have more passion and energy for life.
When life is shouting, wake up – it does all the time at me – it’s time to focus on what’s essential, and let the rest go. It’s essential and healing! But what is crucial? How do we know? Some questions you might ask yourself:
- Who am I?
- Why am I here on earth?
- What am I learning?
- What am I naturally good at?
- What are my talents, my skills?
- What do I love?
- What gives me passion?
- What is my unique purpose?
You can also ask your angels, your Higher Power. And before you go to sleep, ask for a dream about your unique purpose. See what your high self and guides bring you. Write it down. Do it every night for a week. You will have fun and be amazed at your own creative subconscious mind and how help is available.
I feel I have been moving in the direction of my life’s purpose for years, for decades – picking up pieces here and there, finding out who I am, what gives me purpose, what makes happy and passionate. More tomorrow…
What is your soul’s purpose?
Or should I say, “re-reading.” I heard great things about this book years ago, when it was first published in 2003 and when I worked at a spiritual bookstore. They actually held groups or trainings there for many years. In the book written by Marshall B. Rosenberg, he states, “What I want from my life is a compassion, a flow between myself and others based on a mutual giving from the heart.”
Such an amazing book for revealing how we can use “nonviolence” in our daily lives. The work is based on Gandhi’s ideas with an introduction by Arun Gandhi, Gandhi’s grandson. When Arun was angry and thirteen, his grandfather taught him how to face difficult life situations by using the principals of nonviolence.
Okay, I’ll be honest. I was a little turned off by the title, because I don’t think of myself as a “violent” communicator, who needs reforming. I never yell at people, I co-exist rather well with my friends, my adult children, sisters, and community members. Bu, occasionally, I do run into communication and relationship issues. Especially with my boyfriend, who when I am angry, I call my un-boyfriend. Can you believe that? Before we get started, I just want you to know I am right. (Just kidding)
Here are the summarize techniques found in the back of the book:
- Express how you are feeling using the “I am” sentence without blaming or criticizing.
- Observe what is not contributing to your well being.
- Observe what you are feeling (rather than thinking.)
- Figure out what you need or value.
- Clearly request what would enrich your life without demanding.
So easy. Right? In the heat of life, often we first need a cooling off period. Sometimes it helps to journal, work the Twelve Steps, talk to a friend or counselor, and then begin the process of communicating. Don’t forget to listen with your heart to hear what your friend might need. With practice we can get better. You just might want to own your own copy and read the book.
“You are the work of God, and His work is wholly lovable and wholly loving. This is how a woman must think of herself in her heart, because this is what she is.” –A Course in Miracles
I attended the “Women Writers in the Redwoods” conference last year. Thirty women came and were coached by five teachers in an incredible setting at Pema Osel Ling Retreat Center outside of Coralitas, California. Today, I found out I could have a discount/partial scholarship. I immediately wrote back and said, “Yes.” Within a few minutes, a friend asked a favor, and paid for the rest of the conference.
A powerful word, yes!
I do believe in saying yes, even when I don’t necessarily know how its all going to work out. I’m always amazed when events are orchestrated to bring a gift. The retreat last year helped me recommit to my writing. I started blogging, writing my next book, and rejoined a poetry writing group. The retreat this year will help me continue my writing journey, make new writerly friends, and see again all the wonderful women I met last year. And I know there will be unknown mystery gifts coming too.
Just morning while reading a book on meditation, creativity, and joy, I thought I would like to join a meditation class. This isn’t a meditation class, but it is held at a Tibetan Buddhist retreat center in the Santa Cruz mountains. I do plan on meditating while there.
I must remember what the Course in Miracles says, “Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. They are performed by those who temporarily have more for those who temporarily have less.”
Ah life, ah angels, thank you, thank you for your gifts. And remember, when opportunity shows up, say yes.
What unexpected gifts have you received lately? Any miracles to report?
Pelican Twins! Well, my sister and I are not exactly twin pelican chicks, but we still have a lot of life in both of us. She was dancing this weekend on the East Coast and her husband filmed her. I saw the post on Facebook! I dance at my Jazzercise class most mornings. Did you know that people who dance fight dementia? Not that we’re worried about that at our age. I just know I feel great when I dance.
I drew the chicks above in my Drawing 2 class at Cabrillo College, our local community college last spring. I was very into learning how to draw birds, not a natural talent, but in the end I had so much fun. This was my teacher’s favorite of all the drawings I did. But, his wife was expecting twins!
My twin sister, Laurie, and I are very close, despite the fact we’ve lived most of our lives apart. We were born at midnight, so we have different birthdays. No, we are not identical. I, yes, was born first. Unfortunately, my cord was wrapped around my sister’s neck, and she was born blue. Yes, she forgave me.
Laurie has always been so adventuresome and brave! I’ve followed her on some of her teaching travels to Brazil and Venezuela. Just a few short years ago on our birthday I followed her across a small bay to snorkel in the turquiose waters with lots of colorful fish. She has helped me overcome my shyness and timidity, and to do things I never thought I could.
Happy Birthday, sweet twin. We’ll talk again this weekend, and I’ll see you next summer. Can’t wait!
At my “Artist Way Class” we played with clay, let our hands do the talking, and were introduced to an animal guide for the class. My clay morphed from hawk to pelican. My guide, the pelican, has been showing up all week.
I was above Seabright Beach on the cliffs when this large, wide winged bird floated up on the wind level with my view of him. Oh, so majestic and ancient looking at the same time. I am for a moment transported into the mystery – the feeling that everything in life is orchestrated and in divine order.
According to Animals Speak by Ted Andrews, pelicans symbolically represent the ability “to be buoyant and rest on the top in spite of life’s circumstances. The pelican teaches that no matter how difficult life becomes, no matter how much you plunge, you can pop to the surface.”
I drew the picture above in my drawing class at Cabrillo College. I had fun getting to know pelicans through drawing them. Such amazing birds! The Audubon Society says of them, “An unmistakable bird of coastal waters. Groups of Brown Pelicans fly low over the waves in single file, flapping and gliding in unison. Their feeding behavior is spectacular, as they plunge headlong into the water in pursuit of fish.”
Call on a pelican when you’re going through challenging times and plunging to meet life’s challenges. Know you can just rest on the spiritual waters, no matter what is going on in your life. Ask the pelicans for their magic and power!
What birds are you attracted to? What do you think they mean to you spiritually? What message are they giving you?
A Poem Dedicated to Madyson Middleton and Laura Jordan of Santa Cruz, California
She calls, provides me with a simple life,
a life on the San Lorenzo River,
overlooking pink eucalyptus and pine.
She urges – become a painter, a writer,
live in an intentional arts community.
Some mornings, coffee in hand,
cat on my lap, I marvel.
I am suppose to paint, write,
I am suppose to contemplate,
drink it in, the flash of
of the iridescent blue jay,
against the forest green.
Called, yes, thirty-three years ago,
a sudden awakening, a rebirth.
I was led to the Unity Prayer Room,
Lee Summit, Missouri,
praying with people from
the U.S, the world.
“Be still and know I am God.
Be still and know I am.
Be still and know.
My vocation included sitting for a
half-hour in the dead of night, winter,
in the dimly lit chapel
where prayer had been
continuous for ninety years.
I did my best, I didn’t understand,
how I’d arrived there,
but, I was deeply honored;
my own wounds healing.
It’s as if I’m on an invisible path,
sometimes lit, sometimes not,
headed north, slowly, following a map of
valleys and mountains without designation,
but with stars and moon revealed.
And just last summer
a little girl, Maddy, eight,
a neighbor on the first floor,
was murdered by another
neighbor, fifteen, a sick boy
who just wanted to know what
it felt like to kill someone.
On this holy ground,
Tibetian monks performed
an exorcism – with loud clanging
bells, gongs, and drums.
They chanted for a good hour,
red and gold robes in dim light
in our community room,
releasing, cleansing, and purifying.
If only it was that easy.
I and others, children too,
lit candles and prayed for days.
I was called to offer
a light of a painting,
red and gold, “Golden Spirit,”
to Laura, Maddy’s brave mother.
Now I know why,
in all this light and darkness too,
I paint, pray, and write.