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It’s been a rough FREAKIN’ year!!!

For most of us.

It’s been a year of ups and downs.  Ins and outs.  Very high high’s and very low lows.

But, it’s been good, and I am grateful.

For every very tough day, it seems I have a huge breakthrough.

Tell me, you too???

Let me tell you the messages I keep getting from GUS….We chose this.  We chose to live this amazing human life.  We are the cream of the crop peeps.  Not only did we choose to play this incredible end game called Earth, but we chose to BE CONSCIOUS.  We chose to light the world up.

However, this end game (for the cream of the crop….kinda like that they keep calling us that), has a BIG FRICKIN boss to fight at the end.  And truthfully, the big boss is us.  It’s ourselves.  It’s those inner demons that keep rearing their ugly, but needed heads that continually ask us if we are ready.  The tests come at a rapidity that we are not used to.

But, it’s end game time.  GUS wants to know that we are really and truly ready.  So the lessons keep coming, because we said we were ready, willing and able to change consciousness on Earth.  Some of us said, “Bring it on!”, and our lessons tend to be a bit more challenging, because, well, when we say bring it on, GUS delivers.

Right now, for every hard challenge, the signs keep showing up to let us know that we are supposed to be doing what we are doing.  And, when they don’t, all you have to do is ask…they are there, just waiting to help.  Sometimes, in the most peculiar ways.

For example, yesterday, I found out I had “lyme disease”, and decided to post it on Facebook….the very first comment was a powerful message for me.  A friend recommended that I check out the Medical Medium’s podcast on Lyme disease….  And Holy shit batman, there it was.  A message I had been intuiting would come sooner or later.  It’s time to start taking care of me.  My whole being.  Mind Body Spirit.

This year, my soul has not been into creating as much as it has in the past.  And still, I pushed through, because, that is what I am “supposed” to do?  Right???


I started sculpting my angels, and I absolutely love creating them, but, sometime between going to Dallas Market, and Vegas Market, something shifted.  I stopped creating, and started “producing”.  That’s when all hell broke loose.  I got sick, really sick, and continued to push through it….I was exhausted, moody, and crying a lot.  I wasn’t having fun.

There is such a difference between creating for the sheer joy of the creative process, and producing because you need/want to make money.  Feel into it.  Totally different intention.

So, the aha came.  The reason why I’m feeling so crappy…it’s so multi-layered, that I can’t explain it all, but, one of the biggest reasons was to clear out more of the blockages and old patterning.  To get me more ready…more committed…more sure about my path….the path I chose.

As well as so many of us….

And, that is why I share some of my vulnerabilities, so that you don’t feel alone.

It’s the end game, and we are fighting the BIG BOSS….but, we are doing it together.

May We Walk Together As One.



Why do we do it to ourselves??

Artists…actually, most creatives that I know do it.  (Of course, there are ALWAYS exceptions to the rule, but, for the most part as a collective…we DO IT!)

WE DON’T VALUE OUR GIFT THAT HAS CHOSEN US!!!!!!  (And so…how is any one else going to see our value, if WE don’t…#justsayin )

I just had a session today with the bestest coach ever…(full disclosure – she is a very dear friend also – but, that doesn’t discount her amazeballness!!!)  One of the questions she posed to me was, “Don’t you find value in what you do?”.

Mike drop.

And, then, I received an email from an art school in a town that considers itself a very artistic town….they are looking for teachers for the next year.  They pay $160/day.  You might think that it works out to $20/hour.  But, I’m here to tell you – and every artist who has ever taught will concur with this – for every hour that is taught – there is at least an hour that goes into preparing, not to mention expenses!!!!  And this is a community that wonders why the arts are slowly dwindling in their town.


I’m not writing this to point fingers.   I’m writing it, because I truly want to know.  I’m guilty of it also.  (ie., the question from my BADASS coach this morning!) BIG TIME!!!

Do we decide that because we love what we do so much that it makes it less valuable?

THAT, should make it MORE valuable!!!

We are the risk takers.  We are the ones who have the courage to be different in a world where everyone thinks we should be the same.  We are the ones that have day jobs who come home and are compelled to create. We are the ones who would DIE if we had a day job, because our creativity weaves its way into the very fabric of our being.

We are the ones who are changing the world.  We bring in the new ideas.  We are the ones that are channeling in the messages through our color combinations, our words, through every single creation.  It comes from GUS (God, Universe, Spirit).

So, how does it change?  Do we slowly educate people, and tell them OUR truths as artists?  I have had several people tell me that I really shouldn’t say some of the things that I have said in this blog, but how are they to know, if we don’t share?

How can we expect them to know that for every painting that takes us a couple of hours to complete, that there are hundreds that did not work?  How do we explain that when it gets right down to it, that we probably only make $5/hour?

I really want everyone who reads this to understand that I am NOT pointing fingers.   I’m guilty.  I’m just looking for solutions.

What makes us so afraid to be honest with the public?  What makes us cringe when someone asks us how much a creation costs?

Why is it that we are the first ones who are asked for donations for an event, when all that we can write off is the cost of our supplies, with the promise of “exposure”?

Our time is valuable.

We are valuable.

I’ll say it again…..


May we walk together as one.



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