I see you there, creative human.

Yes, YOU!

I see you wondering and seeking.  I see you finding new ways of seeing, being, thinking and knowing.  These ​acts of devotion are sacred, somehow.  A living meditation.  A prayer spoken with hands, eyes, ears and feet.  A daily pilgrimage to the holy place.

This space here, this tiny (teeny tiny hardly a spec on the internet) blog is where I seek your stories and share my own.  A place to pause for brief moments and allow words and art to infuse us with their magic.  A place where the complexities, sorrows and joys of life might be illuminated - just for a second.  And most of all, a place to enjoy the connectedness of art-hearted humans and their own sacredness.

In case I don't say it enough (or have not mentioned it recently), I am extraordinarily grateful to each and every one of you who visits here, who reads, who may share a story or a thought, who reaches out to me privately to share how something has touched you.  It never fails to surprise and delight me that this space exists at all, let alone attracts stellar sparkle-humans to participate in it.  Whoa.  Wowowowowowow.  Thank you.

A little something that makes me smile - the podcast genius of Thea Fiore-Bloom (https://the-charmed-studio.simplecast.com/).    I've been listening to these podcasts in the studio while painting and planning.  And let me say this:  at the end of each one, I've both learned something helpful AND feel like I've been seen and hugged.  How does she DO that?  Check it out! 

"Dolores on Tuesday" - oil on cradled wood panel, 24 x 12 x 1.25.  Ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”― C.S. Lewis

Sometimes, when we peel back the onion of anger, we find deep sorrow, grief and mourning.

Anger feels purposeful, feisty, empowered, action-oriented and (often) satisfying.  Grief, on the other hand, feels all of the opposite things - weak, low-energy, motionless, heavy.  It is so much easier to be mad than to be sad.

And so I am learning to be with my grief.  To let the feelings wash over and through me, buffeting me about a bit, seeping into all the nooks and crannies.  I am learning to be uncomfortable without pushing it away.  The more I practice this, the easier it gets.  And somehow, it is expansive.  I feel larger inside, instead of tense and tight and retracted.  

Dolores relaxes into her grief and oddly manages to make it look cool.  Who knew?

It's time for the JUNE READER GIVEAWAY!  This month's reader question is: what do YOU do to refill your creative tank?  Leave a comment below.  One (or more) lucky readers will be selected at random and win an original piece of art - FREE! 
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