Celebration and Blooming True

When I logged in today, I had a notification icon I’d not seen before. I clicked on it and behold – a wish of Happy Anniversary for 3 years of blogging here at WordPress! Really? Three? Wow… I just celebrated my 1 year wedding anniversary to my best friend on Sunday. I didn’t realize these two events were so close together! Synchronicity at work, I suppose.

For my “birthiversary” (my birthday is in 2 weeks and, as I mentioned above, anniversary was Sunday), my dear husband enrolled me in Flora Bowley’s e-course “Bloom True”. This was really unexpected and incredibly generous of him and I am deeply grateful for this amazing gift. The course began yesterday and I’m already experiencing some interesting insights.

If you’ve never watched this incredible artist at work, check out this video.

First, during a meditation last night, I hit a mental block with one of the images that was suggested for us. This image had very negative connotations for me and I knew I would get nowhere with it. This morning, as I began the meditation again, I shifted the image to something more positive for me, that I have no previous history with. And it worked beautifully! I was able to stay focused, quiet, and still for a full 10 minutes (a HUGE step for me).

This morning, I cleaned up my studio space and created my “sacred space”. I wanted to include art, images, and objects that I love. Here’s the result.

My Sacred Space

One of the objects I included here was a place card from a tea party I attended recently. The hostess had inspiring quotations at every place and we had to identify the quotation that most applied to us. It’s no accident that she chose this particular quotation for me.

"The Creative Process is a process of surrender, not control."

“The Creative Process is a process of surrender, not control.”

After meditating this morning, I set my intentions for the course and posted them beside my painting space.

Intentions

I couldn’t wait to move into the painting process. Flora’s approach involves lots of layering. Here are the results of just the FIRST layer on two canvases.

Canvas 1

Canvas 2

As I was putting the paint on the second canvas, I was moving more than my hand and my wrist. I was literally dancing with the paint. (Of course, the music I’d selected to play during this process was something that makes me want to dance.) If you’ve been around me at all, you know I studied dance from childhood until I was in college. Life got in the way and I quit. Now, I’m finding my way back. With Flora’s encouragement, dancing with paint on my hands was deeply emotional for me. I felt so … FREE! No one was watching (especially not me), so I wasn’t concerned with performing. I was just moving because it felt good. For that moment, I felt JOY like I haven’t felt in a very long time.

I cannot wait to see where this journey is going to take me next!

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My First Mixed Media Canvas… With Video!

I’ve been keeping an art journal for about 18 months now. I love working with mixed media. I never really considered myself much of an Artist. I’m more of an artist. Art is something I do for me. I have fun with it. I play with glue, colors, images, etc. My favorite artist Bob Ross said, “There are no mistakes. Only happy accidents.” My art is full of these happy accidents as you will see. When I write fiction or poetry, my inner critic loves to stick her nose in and make rude comments. When I make art, she is quiet. I guess it’s because I admit to being a writer and a poet, but not an artist.  

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** In the video, you’ll see me using Mod Podge (my favorite!) to attach pieces of dyed paper towels. For those wondering how I got the wonderful colors on the paper towels – it was a happy accident! When I dyed eggs with my kids at Easter, we used shaving cream and food coloring. These were the paper towels we used to wipe the excess “mess” from the eggs. I thought the paper towels had such pretty swirls of color, I had to save them. I’m glad I did!

 

For Mom

Reblogging my poem written for all of the mother figures in my life…

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I was placed for adoption when I was born. I was in foster care for the first five months of my life before being adopted by a wonderful couple and raised as their own. My mom is amazing and I wouldn’t change a thing about having her in my life. At Mother’s Day, I am always reminded that I wasn’t born to this lady. Instead, she chose to be my mother. I am amazed and eternally grateful. At this time, I also think of my biological mother and wonder who she is, how she is doing, etc. I also think of my foster-mother with gratitude. And I think of my own children and how incredibly blessed I am to be their Mom.

Mom

Egg

Fertilized

Then incubated

Nine months to grow in the womb

Labor and delivery

A new life is born

An infant

Cries

Genes

Chromosomes

Shared with a baby

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I Come From the Air

In Susan G. Wooldridge’s book poemcrazy, she suggests that we write about where we come from. As I thought about her prompt today, I figured it out… I come from the air.


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I’m a Gemini, Babe

So you should beware!

On a butterfly wing

I come from the air

If you listen closely

You can hear me sing

I come from the air

On a butterfly wing

I sparkle and shine

With a certain flair

On a butterfly wing

I come from the air

Capricious and stubborn

My mood prone to swing

I come from the air

On a butterfly wing

Keep up with me, Love

And fly if you dare

On a butterfly wing

I come from the air

Fly with me, Dear

And stir my heart’s string

I come from the air

On a butterfly wing

Above the clouds

Life’s joys we’ll share

On a butterfly wing

I come from the air

You never can tell

what tomorrow may bring

I come from the air

On a butterfly wing

air

Lines? What lines?

Crayon Art by Christian Faur

Crayon Art by Christian Faur – click image to view more

Use every crayon

In the box and make your life

a colorful place.

Draw your own picture

But leave some room for yourself

To take a deep breath.

Coloring outside

The lines also means simply

Leaving some white space.

Get Over It

I am certain that there is no disappointment worse than when we let ourselves down. I experienced this very feeling on Sunday. I made plans. Due to some health issues, my body had other ideas. Now, a day and a half later, I’m beginning the process of making peace with myself. And, for me, it always begins with writing about it.

Art by seonna hong

Art by seonna hong

Condemnation

drastic, desperate

damning, disapproving, denouncing

disgusted, disappointed, atoned, appealed

advocating, absolving, acquitting

Exoneration

For Mom

I was placed for adoption when I was born. I was in foster care for the first five months of my life before being adopted by a wonderful couple and raised as their own. My mom is amazing and I wouldn’t change a thing about having her in my life. At Mother’s Day, I am always reminded that I wasn’t born to this lady. Instead, she chose to be my mother. I am amazed and eternally grateful. At this time, I also think of my biological mother and wonder who she is, how she is doing, etc. I also think of my foster-mother with gratitude. And I think of my own children and how incredibly blessed I am to be their Mom.

Mom

Egg

Fertilized

Then incubated

Nine months to grow in the womb

Labor and delivery

A new life is born

An infant

Cries

Genes

Chromosomes

Shared with a baby

Hair color, eye color, height

Giving birth is enough

Supreme sacrifice

Pray someone

Adopts

Care

 Needs are met

For just a short while

A temporary placement

Until a home can be found

Food, clothing, shelter

A bookmark

Home

Barren

Full of love

Wanting a baby

Needing to be a mother

Accepting another’s child

Love her like your own

Hold her small

Hand

Born

To be Mom

Even to this child

Your love unconditional

Help her become a woman

Guide her baby steps

Watch her grow

Up

Girl

Abandoned

Then the chosen one

Matures knowing she is loved

Becomes a mother herself

She loves her babies

As she learned

Love

Birth

Adoption

Nurturing and growth

Passing to her life’s lessons

Now her children benefit

For what you gave her

Will become

Theirs