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The sun takes its time setting behind the mountains, taking the heat of the day with it. Just minutes ago, camp was set up. The donkeys drink from a watering hole. Finally, the nomads can pause and rest. They deserve it.

They are eager to take their shoes off, stretching their feet and wiggling their toes. The cool earth soothes the tired feet of these men. They gather, each sitting on his own towel. They have been waiting for this moment all day. While others prepare food at the campsite, they exchanges stories. Muhammad, everyones senior, stands before them, speaking.

Tonight, he reminisces to his youth, sharing a story. The younger men, listen intently. The older men, having heard the story, absorb the scenery.

"Today reminds me of a day in my childhood, when I was on a journey like this with my father. The sunset was beautiful, as it is tonight, but that day was not as relaxed as today. In the midday heat, as we trekked through the desert, the sun was baking our bodies. The donkeys were stubborn and quickly growing weak. We should have listened to the earth, and sought shelter for the day, but that is not what we did. Pushing on, the heat grew worse, and the winds picked up. A sandstorm was brewing."

All the young men are staring at Muhammad, forgetting to blink.

"We were caught in the middle of the storm, and helpless to escape it. We could not see where we were going. My instant reaction was to cover my face from the sand. The men were frantically searching for cover, eventually finding a lone tree. Digging into the barren earth, they created enough room to protect the group. The storm seemed to rage on for hours, but in reality, it was minutes. Afterwards, we gathered ourselves, only to realize that we had lost our donkeys. A search found the donkeys, but unfortunately, it was too late. They did not survive the storm. Each able bodied man grabbed supplies, and we had to complete that days journey carrying everything. Now I tell you this story for two reason, and I suggest you learn from our misfortune. Listen to the earth, my brothers. She will tell you all that you need to know during your journey. The earth is a mystery, but she leaves you hints. Find them, and read these hints. Lastly, recognize that you may only bring what is essential to your life, and nothing more. We seldom realize the excess that we bring, until we must carry our possessions ourselves."




by...andrew koltsoon


...Turtle Mother


This mural is on Euclid in the Berkeley hills, where my daughter lives...
I've driven past it many times while visiting the area.


Whizzing by in a car isn't the best way to see it...
But the other day I walked past it ...
close up and taking time is the way to view it..


So today I grabbed my little Berkeley companion Gus
and we walked back down the hill to take a few photos..and so I could see it again.




Not the perfect photos...
Gus did a little pulling on me, and there was foot traffic and car traffic..
but I believe you will be able to feel it.
.
Here is the story...




It's wonderful...
the care and the color..




I hadn't seen the Turtle any of the times flying by in a car.
Since the Turtle is my totem you can imagine my delight...
actually it stopped me in my tracks....
the face of the Turtle.
Her eyes.


The Turtle, 
Mother Earth, 
birthing divine feminine energy into the world.
How beautiful is this?



xo



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Wow!  The last few months have been so busy...
Sierra Art Trails in Oct.

Then I had a little Money Doll workshop in November, hosted by the lovely and talented digital artist joyce Whycoff 


We gathered at her mountain home.
She made us homemade veggie soup...how sweet is that?





Everyone was busy every minute and I'm pretty sure they had a lot of fun.
I made new friends...
Everyone seemed really happy with what they created.
When we finished it was late and I wanted to get off and home before it was too dark.
 Winding mountain roads and all..so I took no photos....
but joyce did...


http://joycewycoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/money-dolls-work.html


 joyce's colorful little Money Doll





This little duo below went to the KPFA Art and Crafts Show in San Francisco a couple of weeks ago and speaks to how much easier a dream or desire comes into being when sharing it with another who wants the same thing.
They found a home.

This show is the biggest I do all year...


My half of the booth that I shared with joyce...
We really did well together..
the travel..
the evenings..
the set-up and break-down..
our time in the booth..
Shows can be a bit of a challenge...emotionally and physically.
It's really cool to have had it go so smoothly and create good memories.




Joyce's half..


My belief about shows is that if you go just for money you will miss a lot.
Of course money needs to exchange hands.
there are booth fees..
travel to and from..
hotel room..
food..
materials for new creations..
and always new items to use for display, etc.

So yes, we working artists need to sell our creations...find them homes....so we can keep doing what we are called to do.
But in there too is the opportunity to share why we do what we love....
and that is an amazing high.
Talking to the people who FEEL what my Muse and I offer.

It's hard for me to explain but something happens...magic..
joyce shared this on her blog...

As Saturday began, I started to see the effect of her art on others.  Time after time, women stopped by to tell her which of her spirit figures they had and how important they were in their lives.  I saw women spontaneously begin to weep when they entered our booth, touched by julie and her spirit and the figures that embody that spirit.  It was a great reminder to me of what art can be..more than a decorative object...
a talisman of connection between people and the universal spirit that connect us all..

http://joycewycoff.blogspot.com/2011/12/veni-vidi-no-vici.html

I am honored by her words...and by the women who open to my figures...
 and who share their stories with me.  
What a blessing.




Fun

Custom shoes
amazing craftsmanship

Georgeous


Stunning jewelry
Friendly neighbor all the way from Idaho


Friend and inspiration
the lovely Maggi Belle who comes and plays for both days every year.
We....Maggi, joyce, my daughter jillian, our friends Brian and Shane all headed for Market Street Saturday night when the show closed to share a meal at a tiny vegan restaurant.  Best burger ever!  
Yummy..
and what a joy to break bread with people I enjoy so much!!


These were show stoppers....just wonderful!


Food and coffee are upstairs...
on my way down with a cup of caffeine on Sunday the massage lady said..."deep discount for artists"
sounded good....
but no time and didn't want to miss anyone who might stop by to say hi.



She is called, 'It all leads back to you...'


....and now what?

2011 has been a year of reflection...
...and a year of many changes.

So, now what?

I like to start a new year with direction. 
 A vision.
....and right now I don't have that focus....not  for my personal life or my art...
So many things are interconnected...as you wise readers know...
nothing stands alone

 I am a believer that thoughts become things, that the more I focus, and the more steps taken in the direction I want to go, the more likely I will  experience what it is I call.
Yes, I know that sounds like a no brainer and it is..
 and that's why the need for a clear vision...
gotta get my 2 cents in...
need to let the Universe know my desires....
not just drift. 
 Drifting causes me anxiety.
And I have been experiencing that.  
Maybe everyone is..
The state of the world could definitely cause a bit of anxiety. 
 It's scary here on the little Blue Planet.
I read somewhere that WWW3 has already begun...and it's Man vs Mother Earth.
It's a war we can't win...
She will go on without us.

I know change is coming...and I know it can blow in from many directions....and a wise woman would be getting a little more centered and start moving in the direction of her dreams.
The direction that feels supported and as though the wind will blow against my back.
Focus.

Wishing you all a new year with the wind against your back, 
blowing you in the direction of your dreams.

xoxo

Happy New Year

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....listen to Her heartbeat





from my sister friend Angela at


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