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About seven or eight months ago...my friend Alicia and I started a Sacred Circle...
we invited women we knew well, and women we barely knew but whose energy we enjoyed, to join us for our first gathering....
an amazing number of them showed up to see what we had in mind.
What we had in mind was to create a
safe place for women to gather and explore our spiritual journeys.

We decided to meet every other Sunday afternoon and follow the basic guidelines from the book, "Sacred Circles" by Robin Deen Carnes & Sally Craig....there are 8 circle basics...Council Sharing, Listening without an Agenda, Rotating Leadership/Shared Ownership, Confidentiality, Taking Responsibility for One's Own Needs, Self-Reflection,
Focus on spiritual Development, and Commitment.

We lost some of the women a long the way..
they may come back later....
the women who kept coming back are the ones meant to take a journey together....
it's pretty cool...new sisters!

This is a poem written for the Commitment Gathering we had on Sunday...
I really want to share it with you...

Sisters, we weep with grief
Shout with anger
Tremble in fear
Stand tall in joy.

We grow strong as the biggest tree
Deep as the deepest well
Wise as the elders.

We echo and call
and call
and call.

We dream our circle to life.
Within, we cradle the newest
being – the babe we feed
with the nectar
of the goddesses and gods
the whatever is.
All of that.

We are spread about with sunshine
We are covered in rain
We soar with the wind
push up the green shoots.
Our legs are roots
Our bodies living wood
Our arms move in worship
We dance between the stars.

I’ve heard we are made of stars.
We are old as the oldest
We are the blackest night
And the newest light.

Formed from the dust of the galaxies
Conjured from lust and need
the moans of pleasure
slick seed
and yes.

We birth the mountains from our wombs,
Bring forth the seas.
From between our thighs,
the scent of ancient sands.
The old queens whose hands
hold the scepters
bestow the mysteries.

All that is.
All that is.
Megan Ralph
http://prayinghorse.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-my-sisters.html




..on my journey

Hi...feels like it's been forever since I put a new post up....way behind in some things I wanted to share...so I'm just going to give a quick snapshot of the past month....

My camp mates during the Liquid Matrix 3 day dance event...so much fun...
Daughters Erin, Jillian and friend, and beautiful spirit, Bettina...we had just finished putting up our altar..
We had a copy of The Upanishads...Goddess statues, a couple of Dia de los Muertos Spirit Figures..and this framed...
"Look to this day..for yesterday is already a dream
and tomorrow is only a vision;
but today, well loved makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope
Look well, therefore to this day."
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn


We decided to move Camp Cute as we were dubbed...
.not so hard to move two tents without breaking down.

jilly giving us a little hoop demo...and staying warm at the same time...
It was sooo cold at night and in the early morning hours...had to dance or get into my sleeping bag. Jillian will be giving a hoop workshop...creative hooping..dancing....
beautiful and fun and make a waistline happen...yes!

A beautiful spirit spending a little time at our altar...

Ok, I admit it...I'm crazy for fiber...and so when I saw this young man in his amazing floor length vest of many colors, I had to ask him where he got it...and to my surprise he said he made it...
We chatted a bit. I told him about my Spirit Figures and he shared his fabric sources in Los Angeles...
I gave him some mom advice to create, create, create...honor his creativity..
Thanked him...we hugged and that was that...
Until about 3 hours later. I was dancing...hanging out with Bettina all of a sudden this young man is standing in front of me with an offering of cloth from his vest...a 10" x 8" piece!!!
What a joy! What a beautiful gesture!

It might have been cold at Liquid Matrix at night but it was HOT during the day!
Our goal on the ride home was to find a swimming hole along the Feather River...
My babies at play!!

and this? this was my studio 2 days before Sierra Art Trails open studio event...
I have no idea how I got it ready for company but I did....and it was helpful that at the Opening Reception I heard a collector of mine tell a woman she need to go to my studio just to see it...not the art...but the studio and how I have boxes and baskets and piles of bones, feathers,, skulls, twigs, fabric, etc. everywhere...and I thought I'd hid all the messy stuff in the past....some of it never to be found again.
But after hearing him say what he said I felt pretty good about not cleaning up all my little messes.....
so I didn't!

This Spirit Figure, "In Your Dreams", found a home the Monday after Art Trails...

This photo doesn't show you how big the plastic tub is but it's big, and it's filled with feathers my friend Bettina has gathered for me over the last several month from her chickens, and from her neighbors exotic birds, and from going out on walks with finding feathers in mind...
They make me feel rich...feathers for figures..

and gifts....friends brought me gifts...beautiful fabric, flicker feathers, buttons, a paw and a bit of of a racoon's tail, beads and ribbon...all for my Spirit Figures..

These girls are still on the wall...waiting for homes.,,they are part of my 'dancing' series...
Dancing in the Garden at Midnite & Dancing for Change...

This is Peace Seeds

Unity 'Shared Dreams"
Dream Weaver
Lakshmi

We are Lightbabies. Golden Grace.
Wings, meant to fly.
We are delicate and pregnant
with goodness.
We are each made of such a quiet
that the entire Universe
can hear us. ...Em Claire


My baby, Maia....getting grey...

a sitting place near my studio

A home for this gorgeous lady...


...spiders and ArtTrails

This is my first tarantula sighting of the fall.....they always seem to come out right before Halloween....I'm told it's the males who are out and about looking for a girlfriend.
The girlfriend is waiting for him in a hole in the earth...waiting or hiding
...I don't know which. The first time I saw a tarantula up close and personal it was under my kitchen table...freaked me out...but he didn't seem to be bothered by me at all...just sat there until I go brave enough to see if he would go into a dust pan and I could take him outside...I was shaking...what if it jumped on me!! But he cooperated and came back the next night come in between the sliding glass door and the screen...I even named it Tillie...I didn't know about the mating ritual then...and now I'm happy when I see the first one in the fall. Happy it survived another year...happy I did too.
These hairy spiders seem to be peaceful and non-violent, not at all aggressive.
We have a tarantula festival here in October. I've never been to it....it troubles me that all those boy spiders are in little containers waiting to be in a race instead of out finding a girl.

You Can Always Dance!

I went dancing again last weekend....this time in Plumas County.
What draws me back to these gatherings is the music and the community of people seeking bliss through dance... and sometimes finding it...but always releasing stress, and then going back out into the world feeling better, being better citizens.
It's really quite amazing.

In her book, Maps to Ecstasy, Gabrielle Roth says ..."Ecstasy is an ego-less, timeless state of being. It's a state of total alignment and unity. Unity of body, mind, heart, soul, and spirit. It is what we need to heal our psychic dismemberment. We can't access it if we are divided, body against mind, mind against heart, or any other way. We can only reach ecsasy through wholeness. One way to experience being whole is through meditation. The purpose of meditation is to still the mind and surrender to the moment. The fastest way I'm found to still the mind and be aware of the moment is to move the body." and this.."The dancing path leads us from the inertia of sleepwalking to the ecstasy of living the spirit of the moment."
So, I was out dancing and releasing stress instead of working to get ready for Sierra Art Trails... I'm feeling behind and it's coming anyway.

...it will be here Saturday....yikes...day after tomorrow...I'm feeling stressed...time to dance....a circle.

Unity in Love

It's an open studio tour...this will be my third year in my own studio...and every year I say I'm doing it somewhere else next year...and I've said that a few times today...only to myself, because I probably don't mean it. I'll have a really good time and see friends and make new ones. I'll get to talk to people about my figures...I don't get to do that often enough...I get to tell them heart to heart why I do what I do...and then I'll be excited about doing it next year here...and that most likely means I'll be sitting here next year at this same time saying that it's too much work and I'm not going to do it at my studio again...


Sierra Art Trails Logo www.sierraarttrails.org Come see me if you can...

Divine Spirit...use me. Take me to my dreams..

.....mindmapping




A couple of months ago my friend, and fabulous artist, Valerie Runningwolf and I decided to see if we could jury into
the KPFA Crafts Fair..
.a really big fine craft show in San Francisco....on the Concourse....we put our best photographed pieces on a CD, filled out our applications along with the jury fee and sent them off, holding the vision of acceptance.
...and on Wednesday the 15th of this month when I opened my email I saw this in the header of an email in the box....
Congratulations, your application was accepted to the...



I am so excited ....
I did a happy dance.....Called Valerie to see if she had checked her email...
I was flooded with energy that night and my Muse showed up with a zillion figures we could create....
....my mind was going into overload with all the things that will need to be done to get ready besides the creating.....
a new adventure!
New opportunity..and loads of discipline and work required.
What is extra cool about this is it is a benefit for Pacifica Radio an independent radio station in Berkeley that I listen to all the time....
there are Pacifica radio stations all over the country..


About 4 years ago I attend to a Mindmapping gathering at a friends house. Mindmapping is picking an area of your life you have a vision for and making a collage about it from photos and words. Being a specific as you can...details, details....It was an amazing afternoon...sitting on the floor...cutting and pasting our dreams...talking about our hopes...in depth.....sharing why what we were mapping about was important...how our visions would change our lives and those of others we care about.
We laughed and cried....

Some of the women did mapping for healing, relationships, material things, vacations, dream homes...
Of course I did one around my Spirit Figures...things I hope to experience in my art life...
my pursuit of sending my figures out into the world...
workshops I'd like to do and places I want to show...
My map is in my studio....hanging on the bathroom door, not exactly and elevated place...lol...
but wall space is limited!
Wednesday evening I was looking at it and I realized that I have had several of my wish/visions come into form....
I've been blessed...
And somewhere on my map I stuck the words KPFA Show...
and now I'm going to be part of it!!
ecck...it's exciting and intimidating....but I'm going...2nd weekend in December...OMG so soon!!

apologizes for the color or lack of it here...my little color selector doesn't work today..gremlins.

....play, pray. love


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You're never going to get to any final place. And so, we want to remind you to relax and start having fun on the way......Abraham


I've spent a great deal of the summer being self-absorbed...

trying to figure it out...

simplify...

I want this phase of my life to be gentle, balanced, creative and playful...

I don't do well with drama

I know so many women who are looking inside, in flux...

some on the verge of leaving a long standing relationship....

some trying to figure out what will feed their soul and incorporate it into their lives in a bigger way....

some ready to break out of the box that we often find ourselves in do to expectations...

some trying to simplify...

some learning to play again....we forget...

I think if someone asked me my spiritual philosophy right now

I would just say

to love and play

It's not that I'm unhappy with my life....

it isn't that easy....

I have so many blessings...

no question about that, I am often overwhelmed with gratitude....

I want a stronger connection with Spirit....with the Spirit in me

and that seems to bring me to a place of clearing out old patterns and beliefs that are no longer serving me and opening wider to all the possibilities....fearlessly

becoming more awake...

more giving....

playing more...it isn't all so serious...

more aware and much more disciplined in my spiritual practice....

and I get lazy about that...

and it is the most necessary practice for opening,

softening and experiencing more joy.....

and I have a very fertile imagination when it comes to what might be... don't misunderstand, I love my imaginings....but I also need to stay grounded and present....some of my imaginings take on a life of there own taking more energy than they should...oh my...so much work...so little time...

in joy....

“ memories flood in...
regrets tug in one direction...
joys tug in another...
how do you hold a lifetime in your hands?
and what do you do now?
maybe you do the only thing that
ever really mattered -
you love.
you offer love.
you give love.
you receive love.
you breathe love.
you live love.
you love.
”

~terri st. cloud


With love in you, your only need is to extend it.-- A Course in Miracles

from Eat Pray Love........

I keep remembering one of my Guru’s teachings about happiness. She says that people universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you’re fortunate enough. But that’s not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.

You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings…And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don’t, you will leak away your innate contentment. It’s easy enough to pray when you’re in distress but continuing to pray even when your crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainments.


On this day of your life, dear friend, I believe God wants you to know...

the time has come for you to nourish your soul...


When was the last time that you swam naked?

Or sang in the shower? Or blew bubbles?

Or held a puppy? Or kissed a baby?

Or made love all Sunday afternoon?

Or prayed really softly, not from need, but from love?

Has it been a while?

Then hurry. Do it.

Hurry.

This is life that is going by..

Neale Donald Walsch



....let the Tribes gather

"A Gathering of the Tribe"
by Charles Eisenstein

"Once upon a time a great tribe of people lived in a world far away from ours. Whether far away in space, or in time, or even outside of time, we do not know. They lived in a state of enchantment and joy that few of us today dare to believe could exist, except in those exceptional peak experiences when we glimpse the true potential of life and mind.

One day the shaman of the tribe called a meeting. They gathered around him, and he spoke very solemnly. "My friends," he said, "there is a world that needs our help. It is called Earth, and its fate hangs in the balance. Its humans have reached a critical point in their collective birthing, and they will be stillborn without our help. Who would like to volunteer for a mission to this time and place, and render service to humanity?"

"Tell us more about his mission," they asked.

"I am glad you asked, because it is no small thing. I will put you into a deep, deep trance, so complete that you will forget who you are. You will live a human life, and in the beginning you will completely forget your origins. You will forget even our language and your own true name. You will be separated from the wonder and beauty of our world, and from the love that bathes us all. You will miss it deeply, yet you will not know what it is you are missing. You will only remember the love and beauty that we know to be normal as a longing in your heart. Your memory will take the form of an intuitive knowledge, as you plunge into the painfully marred earth, that a more beautiful world is possible.

"As you grow up in that world, your knowledge will be under constant assault. You will be told in a million ways that a world of destruction, violence, drudgery, anxiety, and degradation is normal. You may go through a time when you are completely alone, with no allies to affirm your knowledge of a more beautiful world. You may plunge into a depth of despair that we, in our world of light, cannot imagine. But no matter what, a spark of knowledge will never leave you. A memory of your true origin will be encoded in your DNA. That spark will lie within you, inextinguishable, until one day it is awakened.

"You see, even though you will feel, for a time, utterly alone, you will not be alone. I will send you assistance, help that you will experience as miraculous, experiences that you will describe as transcendent. For a few moments or hours or days, you will reawaken to the beauty and the joy that is meant to be. You will see it on earth, for even though the planet and its people are deeply wounded, there is beauty there still, projected from past and future onto the present as a promise of what is possible and a reminder of what is real.

"You will also receive help from each other. As you begin to awaken to your mission you will meet others of our tribe. You will recognize them by your common purpose, values, and intuitions, and by the similarity of the paths you have walked. As the condition of the planet earth reaches crisis proportions, your paths will cross more and more. The time of loneliness, the time of thinking you might be crazy, will be over.

"You will find the people of your tribe all over the earth, and become aware of them through the long-distance communication technologies used on that planet. But the real shift, the real quickening, will happen in face-to-face gatherings in special places on earth. When many of you gather together you will launch a new stage on your journey, a journey which, I assure you, will end where it began. Then, the mission that lay unconscious within you will flower into consciousness. Your intuitive rebellion against the world presented you as normal will become an explicit quest to create a more beautiful one.

"In the time of loneliness, you will always be seeking to reassure yourself that you are not crazy. You will do that by telling people all about what is wrong with the world, and you will feel a sense of betrayal when they don't listen to you. You will be hungry for stories of wrongness, atrocity, and ecological destruction, all of which confirm the validity of your intuition that a more beautiful world exists. But after you have fully received the help I will send you, and the quickening of your gatherings, you will no longer need to do that. Because, you will Know. Your energy will thereafter turn toward actively creating that more beautiful world."

A tribeswoman asked the shaman, "How do you know this will work? Are you sure your shamanic powers are great enough to send us on such a journey?"

The shaman replied, "I know it will work because I have done it many times before. Many have already been sent to earth, to live human lives, and to lay the groundwork for the mission you will undertake now. I've been practicing! The only difference now is that many of you will venture there at once. What is new in the time you will live in, is that the Gatherings are beginning to happen."

A tribesman asked, "Is there a danger we will become lost in that world, and never wake up from the shamanic trance? Is there a danger that the despair, the cynicism, the pain of separation will be so great that it will extinguish the spark of hope, the spark of our true selves and origin, and that we will separated from our beloved ones forever?"

The shaman replied, "That is impossible. The more deeply you get lost, the more powerful the help I will send you. You might experience it at the time as a collapse of your personal world, the loss of everything important to you. Later you will recognize the gift within it. We will never abandon you."

Another man asked, "Is it possible that our mission will fail, and that this planet, earth, will perish?"

The shaman replied, "I will answer your question with a paradox. It is impossible that your mission will fail. Yet, its success hangs on your own actions. The fate of the world is in your hands. The key to this paradox lies within you, in the feeling you carry that each of your actions, even your personal, secret struggles within, has cosmic significance. You will know then, as you do now, that everything you do matters. God sees everything."

There were no more questions. The volunteers gathered in a circle, and the shaman went to each one. The last thing each was aware of was the shaman blowing smoke in his face. They entered a deep trance and dreamed themselves into the world where we find ourselves today."
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"Who are these missionaries from the more beautiful world? You and I are surely among them. Where else could this longing come from, for this magical place to be found nowhere on earth, this beautiful time outside of time? It comes from our intuitive knowledge of our origin and destination. The longing, indomitable, will never settle for a world that is less. Against all reason, we look upon the horrors of our age, mounting over the millennia, and we say NO, it does not have to be this way! We know it, because we have been there. We carry in our souls the knowledge that a more beautiful world is possible. Reason says it is impossible; reason says that even to slow -- much less reverse -- the degradation of the planet is an impossible task: politically unfeasible, opposed by the Money Power and its oligarchies. It is true that those powers will fight to uphold the world we have known. Their allies lurk within even ourselves: despair, cynicism, and resignation to carving out a life that is "good enough" for me and mine.

But we of the tribe know better. In the darkest despair a spark of hope lies inextinguishable within us, ready to be fanned into flames at the slightest turn of good news. However compelling the cynicism, a jejune idealism lives within us, always ready to believe, always ready to look upon new possibilities with fresh eyes, surviving despite infinite disappointments. And however resigned we may have felt, our aggrandizement of me and mine is half-hearted, for part of our energy is looking elsewhere, outward toward our true mission.

I would like to advise caution against dividing the world into two types of people, those who are of the tribe and those who are not. How often have you felt like an alien in a world of people who don't get it and don't care? The irony is that nearly everyone feels that way, deep down. When we are young the feeling of mission and the sense of magnificent origins and a magnificent destination is strong. Any career or way of life lived in betrayal of that knowing is painful, and can only be maintained through an inner struggle that shuts down a part of our being. For a time, we can keep ourselves functioning through various kinds of addictions or trivial pleasures to consume the life force and dull the pain. In earlier times, we might have kept the sense of mission and destiny buried for a lifetime, and called that condition maturity. Times are changing now though, as millions of people are awakening to their mission all at the same time. The condition of the planet is waking us up. Another way to put it, is that we are becoming young again.

When you feel that sense of alienation, when you look upon that sea of faces mired so inextricably in the old world and fighting to maintain it, think back to a time when you too were, to all outside appearances, a full and willing participant in that world as well. The same spark of revolution you carried then, the same secret refusal, dwells in all people. How was it that you finally stopped fighting it? How was it that you came to realize that you were right all along, that the world offered to us is wrong, and that no life is worth living that does not in some way strive to create a better one? How was it that it became intolerable to devote your life energy toward the perpetuation of the old world? Most likely, it happened when the old world fell apart around your ears.

As the multiple crises of money, health, energy, ecology, and more converge upon us, the world is going to collapse for millions more. We must stand ready to welcome them into the tribe. We must stand ready to welcome them back home.

The time of loneliness, of walking the path alone, of thinking maybe the world is right and I am wrong for refusing to participate fully in it... that time is over. For years we walked around talking about how wrong everything is: the political system, the educational system, religious institutions, the military-industrial complex, the banking industry, the medical system -- really, any system you study deeply enough. We needed to talk about it because we needed to assure ourselves that we were not, in fact, crazy. We needed as well to talk about alternatives, the way things should be. "We" should eliminate CFCs. "They" should stop cutting down the rain forests. "The government" should declare no fishing zones. This talk, too, was necessary, for it validated our vision of the world that could be: a peaceful and exuberant humanity living in co-creative partnership with a wild garden earth.

The time, though, for talking merely to assure ourselves that we are right is coming to an end. People everywhere are tired of it, tired of attending yet another lecture, organizing yet another discussion group online. We want more. A few weeks ago as I was preparing for a speaking trip to Oregon, the organizers told me, "These people don't need to be told what the problems are. They don't even need to be told what the solutions are. They already know that, and many of them are already in action. What they want is to take their activism to the next level."

To do that, to fully step into one's mission here on earth, one must experience an inner shift that cannot be merely willed upon oneself. It does not normally happen through the gathering or receiving of information, but through various kinds of experiences that reach deep into our unconscious minds. Whenever I am blessed with such an experience, I get the sense that some benevolent yet pitiless power - the shaman in the story - has reached across the void to quicken me, to reorganize my DNA, to rewire my nervous system. I come away changed.

One way it happens is through the "gathering of the tribe" I described in this story. I think many people who attended the recent Reality Sandwich retreat in Utah experienced something like this. Such gatherings are happening now all over the world. You go back, perhaps, to "real life" afterwards, but it no longer seems so real. Your perceptions and priorities change. New possibilities emerge. Instead of feeling stuck in your routines, life changes around you at a vertiginous pace. The unthinkable becomes commonsense and the impossible becomes easy. It may not happen right away, but once the internal shift has occurred, it is inevitable.

Here I am, a speaker and a writer, going on about how the time for mere talk has ended. Yet not all words are mere talk. A spirit can ride the vehicle of words, a spirit that is larger than, yet not separate from, their meaning. Sometimes I find that when I bow into service, that spirit inhabits the space in which I speak and affects all present. A sacredness infuses our conversations and the non-verbal experiences that are becoming part of my events. In the absence of that sacredness, I feel like a smart-ass, up there entertaining people and telling them information they could just as easily read online. Last Friday night I spoke on a panel in New York, one of three smart-asses, and I think many in the audience left disappointed (though maybe not as disappointed as I was in myself). We are looking for something more, and it is finding us.

The revolutionary spark of our true mission has been fanned into flames before, only to return again to an ember. You may remember an acid trip in 1975, a Grateful Dead concert in 1982, a kundalini awakening in 1999 -- an event that, in the midst of it, you knew was real, a privileged glimpse into a future that can actually manifest. Then later, as its reality faded into memory and the inertial routines of life consumed you, you perhaps dismissed it and all such experiences as an excursion from life, a mere "trip." But something in you knows it was real, realer than the routines of normalcy. Today, such experiences are accelerating in frequency even as "normal" falls apart. We are at the beginning of a new phase. Our gatherings are not a substitute for action; they are an initiation into a state of being from which the necessary kinds of actions arise. Soon you will say, with wonder and serenity, "I know what to do, and I trust myself to do it."

.....love & friendship...For Good

....I shared this beautiful expression of love with a friend last night and I want to share it with you..
.my blog friends...
who I learn from..
.It is from the musical Wicked...see it if you can, it's wonderful..

....art & friends

Artist and friend janet Morita with a jane Gyer painting


This year is the twenty-fifth anniversary of Timberline Art Gallery in Oakhurst, CA.…
also known in the early years as the “Guild of Mountain Artists” and who better to honor with a retrospective than well-known, well-loved and well-respected mountain artist and long-time Timberline artist, Jane Gyer, who passed away in 2004.

In Janie’s “Creed”, she suggests that we: “Celebrate life, spread joy, look for rainbows, laugh a lot, believe in yourself”…I knew Janie through the Positive Living Center in Oakhurst…and know she really did live her ‘creed’…
Her husband, and dear, dear man, Jack, was always her strongest advocate, her most avid spokesperson, and her constant help mate and soul mate…
He was at the Retrospect,
meeting new Janie admirers and seeing old friends who came to honor her….

Janie was at one time the "artist in residence" for both Yosemite and Rocky Mountain National Parks and was once featured on an episode of the NBC "Today Show."

She produced more than 1,000 paintings, murals, mosaics, theater set designs, prints and book illustrations as well as many sketches and unfinished paintings...can you imagine?..
1000 pieces of art....

The show will run from August 14th till September 6th, 2010 at Timberline……
the gallery is open every day.

see it if you can….

jack with some of his many, many friends...


Two friends and fabulous artists, Carolyn Hartling, who curated the show...
and Colleen Coffman, our Timberline President...
Wonder what they are cooking up next?


Goddesses Sheyla and Maggi Belle...inspirations in my life!



Contemplation?


This Spirit Figure has found a home with this beautiful woman! Made for each other for sure!

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