....we the people

in the house with the tortoise chair

she will give birth to the pearl

to the beautiful feather

in the house of the goddess who sits on the tortoise

she will give birth to the necklace of pearls

to the beautiful feathers we are

there she sits on the tortoise 

swelling to give us birth

on your way on your way

child be on your way to me here

you whom I made new

come here child...come  be pearl

be beautiful feather...

Aztec prayer

It's really been a long time since I've posted anything here...time flys

I have thought of many things to blog about...

things that would engage me and you.  

  But they seem unimportant considering the crazy, fear inducing things that are going on all over the world...

snowy view out my studio window with the 300 year old Grandmother oak receiving a dusting of snow

The list is endless...

unemployment, joblessness, homelessness, foreclosures, loss of medical care, 

food and gas prices soaring....

I don't know how it is where you are, but here schools are struggling and higher education is being priced right out of the reach of many....the dumbing down of America.

The National Debt...omg

Wars, occupations and genocide, even revolutions.  The cost of war puts us all in jeopardy...and military families forced to apply for food stamps...in America....rather we agree or disagree with war, that's just wrong...food stamps.

and it is all being paid for with the tax dollars of those

 not wealthy enough to avoid them.

Corporations granted the same rights as individuals? 

There is class warfare...

How are you doing?

Japan, The Gulf, Haiti..

Vat meat and cows that give human milk, yikes!...yet even with all the tinkering of the foods we eat millions of children go hungry every day... 

and not just over there somewhere, but right here in the USA.

500 Million dollars cut from WIC...the safety net for hungry kids..

Our civil rights are being eroded and there is a news blackout of the things that matter...do you know how many of our military were wounded or killed yesterday?  

But we are all made aware of Charlie Sheen and his antics...do you really care?

....What is going on?

even with all this I do hang on to hope...people are gathering..

making their voices heard...there is a low rumbling...

maybe it is the sound of reality sinking in....no one is coming to our rescue....

 amazingly even with the all the negative there is  still  much to be joyful about..I know I am blessed... I still light my candles, turn up the music and dance every night..there is still something magical about letting the rhythm of the music take me over and I catch myself smiling as the primal beat moves me from here to there....tensions released.

and there is you...you make me smile too.

And my Muse comes when the sun shines...I think she winters elsewhere..Arizona maybe?

We've been working...this Spirit is on the wall right now..

she seems to hold the energy of Hildegard of Bingen.  Hildegard was an early feminist...

she lived in the 12th century.... she was a abbess of a Benedictine abbey...she was a preacher, a doctor, scientist, an artist and author, poet and composer who chafed under the restraints imposed on women by the culture of her time.  

You may be familiar with her visions, her Illuminations, that she began painting when she was 47.

Cultivating the Cosmic Tree..

Spirit Up!

inspired by Maggi Belle

Reflection is at Timberline Gallery...

Reflection...

the pods, the fish, the feathers, represent the planet..the sterling piece asks that we reflect on our role as caretakers...

and there is this......that nothing is ever solved, or created, by standing still.

Movement is the process of the Universe. So move. Do something. Anything. But do not stand still. Do not remain"on the horns of a dilemma."  Do not fence sit.

 Put your foot down on one side or the other, swing the opposite leg over and start walking. You'll know before you take ten steps if you're going in the right direction. Not to decide is to decide. Try to not make choices by default....Neale Donald Walsh