....monday night stuff

 it wasn't that she was growing and changing, was it?
t was that she was finally allowing herself to become.
~terri st. cloud
 Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow.
 I cannot be dictated to by a watch. 
Jane Austen
I'm really busy getting ready for San Francisco....the show is in 12 days...oh my.  My muse has stayed with me this whole creative time....bless her. ...even came back when I told her to leave one night because she had a little to much input... 
I've discovered she really likes to work with trance music, the more primal the better...and she likes it I do.
I'm almost done creating and now it's time to turn to display,transporting, bags and boxes and receipt books, business cards and how many tables and stands, much stuff to think about. ...and what to wear....I am a country girl, going to the city,  what to wear is a consideration... 
 Peace of my favorites...
 Faces in Waiting
I believe, and I've read, that what we wanted to become when we were 8, 9, 10, 11, is our hearts calling.....
Life wants us to know so much more light....em claire
And this...a goal...xoxo
"she laced up her dancing shoes every day, opening her heart as she did so. stepping into the all, she kicked up her feet, touched the stars, and danced with life."   

......blessed for sure

For so many Thanksgiving is going to be harsh...
It is so cold here in California...It will drop to the 20's tonight. 
I ran into a friend at the market and 
we talked about how cold it is...
and together we said something about the homeless..
.homeless in this bone chilling cold...
...homelessness is growing in America.
I'm so blessed with all I have.
Wishing you blessings everyday too....... 

....a request of my kindreds

I know that some of you already know about this....but not all of you...and it's something we can do something about....easily..

There were many more brutal video's I could have put here....there are the ones where you could see the dolphins being dragged through the water...tied by their tails fighting for the last breath...there are ones where you can hear them cry out trying to find the rest of their pod....crying out as the they are slaughtered in the most brutal of ways....crying while they see members of their pod slaughtered...And then their are the ones not taken for food but to entertain us....trainers come and choose....the pretty ones head for a life in captivity...after they've known the taste of the vast freedom of the ocean......something is wrong here....and the people doing it, know it's wrong...there is a secrecy....a lot of secrecy....and it isn't just dolphins it is whales...
The Japanese government is sensitive to this situation that goes on from September to May...every year...year after year...The more we speak out, the more chance it will end....A quick email from you, my caring readers, can make a difference. 

We are their only hope...
.their only hope

I've added the email for the Japanese Embassy...A quick email will make a difference...Please....Next year my daughter wants to join the witnesses on the shore and in the water who let the fisherman and trainers know the world is watching...I don't want her to experience that heartbreak...maybe enough emails and I she won't...xoxoxo

this is the place to write.... 

....hats off to my soul mates!!

Do you believe in Kindred Spirits...Soul Mates?

I do.

To a lot of people a Soul Mate is a romantic figure...Someone who you might see across a room...your eyes meet and you feel a call, a recognition.  When you're close you might actually feel a mingling of your energies as they dance together....It's a giddy, heady, experience...You've felt it....I know you have.
I believe in that romantic meeting of spirits...but I also believe we had many Kidnreds who ar not of the romantic kind...

Looking at people who have come into my life I realize so many people have come  to move me along my karmic journey and maybe me them.

Some times it's really clear why a Kindred shows up, we easily know why they've come.  My Circle Sisters found each other in the most synchronistic  ways....We came together to create a space to explore being women on spiritual journeys...We are Kindreds.

Seven, or so years ago I met a woman I was instantly drawn to...We were like magnets.  The thing we had in common was the desire to get our art out from under the bed and into the world.  We weren't brave enough to approach galleries So we held hands and rented a RUSTIC 10 x10 Kiosk in our local Village and opened our own ...Feather Moon ...she was Josie Two Feathers and I was 13 Moon...We opened on a shoe string...$200 per utilities, no air, no adventure. And we'd only known each other a month.
We had the support of our spiritual family and people bought what we offered....

But Josie and I quickly discovered that we only shared to vision of having a place to show our art....not how to run a business..  and there was another little glitch that turned big...She was Native American...I'm white.

Our journey in the world was so very different.  Yet we came together on a mission.  I learned a lot from Josie and how profoundly our experiences can color who we see in front of us.  There were many tears, as she said, 'we can't mix medicine'...and so we couldn't.,,,Josie moved away and I kept Feather Moon for a couple of years...I consider Josie on of my most influential Kindreds...We met and ignited a dream...She gave me confidence...and she taught me some big lessons about relationships.  I hope she took something from me when our soul business together was complete.

And that's something else...Time romantic side says once you meet a kindred or soul mate they should be with us forever in human form...but of course that isn't true...they come and go...

A year ago our twins were born, my tiny little grandsons...not much bigger than my hand.....Monday was the one year anniversary of the passing of our Phoenix....3 days old...Three weeks later Haiven passed...They were here for such a short time yet had such a huge impact...I know they were Kindreds ..They opened all of us involved in loving them so much...taught us things about ourselves, our family ties, our spiritual family, our friends...all good stuff, mixed with incredible pain.  And surely some karmic debt was paid with that pain,,,Pain that can still instantly rise to the surface.

My daughters are Kindreds, Soul Mates....I learn so much from their beautiful spirits...

So my question is...Do you believe that somewhere in the Universe....our souls gather and make agreements to find each other in this lifetime to move us along on our journey?  That they come as teachers, lovers, friends, children, even those difficult folks......that they have that special something we need to wake us up if  we might be sleeping...They bring us experiences to help us become more compassionate, wiser, softer, tougher, braver, more loving...?  
And if we are open enough will we recognize them and why they've come?
 Will we cherish them? Welcome them? Or will we miss the connection this time around?  Maybe you and me are Kindreds?? xoxo


People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
- Thich Nhat Hanh

....a moment and a positive pause

I arrived at my grandson's football game a few Sundays ago and sat down next to my daughter...her husband...she had friends on their way.  My ex and his wife coming too...Lot's of support for Grandson.  
Erin looked down and said, "MOM! Your shoes don't match...!!!"
And omg, she was right....not even close....LOL...
This is what happens when I get overwhelmed with stuff I guess...or is my head just in the clouds..?  
Too much multi-tasking...maybe?
All the above.

So I realize that I need to take more time to focus...
I love the video below...Hope you have the time to watch it...might spare you an OMG MOM! Moment...
a week later we went to vote together and I saw Erin check my feet...oh her, mis-matched shoes are a sure sign it's downhill from here..Is it???


I love this poem, anthem, song, proclamation....
It serves me on so many's a reminder of who I want to be, 
and who I sometimes am....
There are days I feel overwhelmed, or feel my needs aren't being met, or I spot a new wrinkle, note that my figure isn't what I would like it to be, or I feel like I'm not all I could, should, would be, if only I would get it right.....
Days I wonder if anyone really sees ME...hears ME...
or if  anyone is even looking or listening.
yes, I do know I'm blessed and loved...but....

So I read this and helps me see myself...recognize that I am a complex woman...a proud woman, powerful, a survivor, with some wisdom...
a woman with passion and desire, a creator, a spiritual being, a traveler exploring, 
One with the Universe
a mysterious celebration..a dancer.
good enough!
and you are too!
, ....and I thought maybe you would like to read it again too..xoxo

Imagine a Woman

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
“Imagine a Woman” © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995
The poem is copyrighted and may not be used without permission.

...water, water, water and Grandma Aggie

Water Source of Life
will open on November 6th
With the reception on Saturday November 13 at Stellar Gallery 
Gallery Row, Oakhurst...
I didn't enter a Spirit Figure...too many other things going on but Jon Bock, owner of Stellar let me take a few photos of some of the entries before the show was hung...these are some that caught my eye...

This lovely by judy DeRose

This is also a judy DeRosa...acrylic...I love it..even has a Turtle, my totem...but it I'm not sure tis one is entered in the water show...
It was hanging at Williams when I took the photo...

This is Bonnie Bisbee's water everything she does!

This by Vivian Capone

  And this just worth watching...some thoughts on  water from one of the 13 Grandmoters....we can't live without it, yet it would appear from all that is going on in the world, that we think we can....

Dia de los Muetos is a holiday for remembering the dead...Day of the Dead.
It's celebrated on November 2...Today
One of the ways it's celebrated is through the creation of an altar to honor the deceased...

This beautiful altar is at Williams Gallery West @ Gallery Row in Oakhurst, CA...

It will be up for a few more days and you can still bring things to add...

Bad girls?  or Hot Mamas? 

The large skull is wonderful..
the altar is  amazing....
Check it out if you can...and then go next door to Timberline and see our new show...

...sweet encounter

I like this a lot and want to share it...makes me happy
it's best viewed with the sound on...
hug, hug...enjoy this day...

I borrowed it from Running 'Cause I Can't Fly

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