I have been a bit remiss after having a very very bad reaction to the flu shot - eck eck never ever ever again. But manage to pull myself together and host the boys annual Halloween Day of the Dead Bash. Needless to say I am a bit whooped. Looking forward to a very slow Sunday.
When you are ready to answer the call, you will hear it. It will come in different forms, but you will feel the nudge, that pull at your heart, that longing to reach down into the cavernous depths and find the light that is yours to shine.
You need not feel alone on this journey inward, for I am there with you, as are many others whose spirits will guide you as you move.
Remember that all is One, that this voice within is the Voice of All, the source of All Sound. To be in the presence of this, to add your voice in harmony, is the greatest bliss. May you be lost and found in its rapture.
I have been exploring the idea of how I see myself and how others see me - especially in self portraits. Often others see things in me that I don't. What do you see? I would love to know. I am flying off to Spokane for the next few days - it will be cold (yeah!) and I will be staying in a historic hotel the Davenport which I really enjoy.
This is the other book that I made at Art and Soul with Judy Wilkenfeld in her class "Aging Gracefully" I decided to put my own twist on it and created a book of all the dearest friends in my life - my horse partners ~
left a photo of a quilt my mother made me of all of my horses right my latest Creus ( the horse I lease) and me at 40 Rio Concho and me at 13 Mariner my first horse at 7 My sweet girl Ebony and me at 28 Habi and me at 17
I created this remembrance book for my darling sweet girl Ebony who I lost this past May after 18 yrs in Judy Wilkenfeld's class Just in Case at Art and Soul in Portland. First, a little about Judy and why I took 3 days with her. She is incredibly generous of spirit - sharing all her techniques and thoughts and ideas freely, she is encouraging and supportive, and she herself puts all the meaning and nuance into her own work which is what drove me. I was very happy about how the book turned out and more than anything it really was a process in my grieving.
Nuance~ horseshoe nails - 2 - to represent the two shoes she wore on her front feet her name
The button pin that I used to wear at the nape of my neck when I showed her~
a piece of her mane is braided held within
an antique bag with a beaded rose patch because she love to smell roses~ A metal circling the day she was born and a blue ribbon~
Pictures of her sweet face and a copy of a painting I did of her~
Pictures of the two of us~
A picture card with a poem that reads: I haven't swept the flower path to welcome guests, But for you my friend, the gate to my garden is always open
A copy of a painting that I did right after she died~
A photo of her on the morning she passed, a calendar page with the date of her death and an E for her name~
I love this book and more than anything it is a part of her that I will always cherish.