Sunday, October 16, 2016

Senor Zody

I've been wanting to paint a portrait of my senior SeƱor Zody for a while.

Monday, October 10, 2016

The Roots Count

I thought this was a beautiful picture of God. Just a few days after the prairie fire...
When you're truly rooted in Christ, you simply rise from the ashes
You may feel like the fire will destroy you, but let it burn away the chaff.  
Don't fear, your roots are wrapped tight between the fingers of God. 
Discern your spiritual season. Instead of yelling at 'devils' 
you may need to be quiet and let God blow on the ashes…

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

It is well with my soul.

When life's trials flick their tongues, I already have the wisdom to know
 that Jesus is the purifier of my faith. There'll be no ashes of my soul,
  pure gold is coming forth.

After the fire, comes growth.
I have deep faith roots.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Drinking from the Cup of Chutzpah!

I've been drinking from the cup of Chutzpah all year.
It may have started when my path crossed Fearless (my wild bird).
A huge shift in my very core happened - I mean roots being dug up.

Two major events took place this summer which took tremendous bravery
and energy to go through…

I started the process of amalgam removal from my teeth.  I had countless appointments in
OKC.  I've yet more dental work to get done, but 10 crowns is enough for this year.
  Not all crowns were replacing amalgam.  TMJ flared up on the left side, but it's much better.
Changing teeth is major.  Changes your bite, your smile.  

I resigned from my job of 11 years.  I anchored away.
I was forced to take on accounting from another department
(in addition to my regular job) with no compensation. I was treated
unfairly - even relocated into a back office without a window,
only fluorescent buzzing lights.  My soul withered, it wasn't good for my 
eyes, my health, my mental state.  I was miserable for 3 months. 
There was no other option, but to exit this new reality.  
 It's so simple, I hate accounting, but enjoy art.  

I'm an artist.

This year I read Big Magic: Living the Creative Life twice!  
It spoke to me.  It mostly confirmed what I knew.

I took wings and am now

a prairie walker
sky gazer
praiser of God

I'm an artist.
an art teacher

I'm even a substitute teacher for the public school system.

My life shifted this year.
My steps are going in brand new paths.
God is my companion.
My steps are sure.
I'm not looking back either.

"Little House of Joy"  Gouache
Do you see the tooth with roots, maybe other teeth also?
I painted this one morning and noticed the subconscious
symbol afterwards.  It's like an x-ray of my soul right now.

Lodstone, Carnelian & Fluorite

Mrs. Toadsworth

Summer is still going strong here.
It's been one of my best summers too.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Morning Prairie Walk

all around,

a new path is unfolding before me,

i'm trying to find a rhythm, yet september has too much work and play.

i'm squeezing the last of summer close to my soul, 
and at the same time slowly adjusting to my new spiritual season. 

i'm feeling grand like this gayfeather in the field.

a little haiku comes too:

Morning prairie walk
I hear the wind in both ears 
and a bird in one

~   ~  ~

Monday, August 29, 2016

Summer Thoughts

Greg rigging our Mrs. Dupcek for a sail ~ ~ ~

I love that we have long summers in Oklahoma.  I'm a warm weather soul, so
I thrive in sunshine, wind, sailing, swimming, and wearing cut-offs, tank-tops & flip flops - ha!

My eye is ok,,, just so much time outdoors recently has brought some discomfort 
so I'm being protective, besides I like the pirate vibe.

 I miss the ocean.  Greg and I make-do with Lake Lawtonka though. 

I sifted through my recent travel journal…
And also reread the wonderful book
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach.
It just takes a two hour sitting to read and meditate
on the message.  So beautiful and timeless.
Lately, it's called out to me.

 I found one perfect seagull feather on the Gulf coast.
I wonder if Jonathan left it for me?

Sunday, August 28, 2016

"I come in peace."

Sometimes I think a cloud has more weight than a mountain.
Among the lilies of the prairie.

When I walk the land, I often say this out loud every few steps or miles,,,

"I come in peace."

I avoid stepping on flowers, bugs or disturbing snakes.
I politely use my walking stick to knock a vibration before me.

"I come in peace."

older, wiser, wilder….

"Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings…"

Rereading Walden.  If I had lived in the 1850's I would have
been Thoreau's wife, I'm sure of it.

"Take up a little life into our pores."