Dreaming of a place….with BIG expansive views, at least two acres, a barn, with room to have a studio to have a variety of workshops, room for critters, open kitchen for entertaining, and a great bathtub…with windows to see outside……..oh, and a wood burning stove… I want to share a story about this painting that… Continue Reading
Author Archives: Paula Jones
I asked for help…
And, it wasn’t easy. This past week was a lesson learning/tweaking week – which translates to….OMG, SERIOUSLY???? WTF!!! Initially, with each lesson I went to my pity party/woe is me/blah, blah, blah, and yada space. But, with all of the energies that are here to support us through this time…each time, but one, I was… Continue Reading
Nasty Woman/Sweet Soul
Or….Things aren’t always what they appear to be….until you look below the surface. So, I had a “thing” happen yesterday. I received a text from a woman who purchased one of my angels. She was adamant about having this particular angel… “Angel here and I am most unhappy. One arm, no blue on her anywhere,… Continue Reading
Angels Among Us
This is the story of the Angels….Angel Fire Sculptures….and how they were born… Two years ago, I asked for recommendations on where to go in Agnes….I always went to the SW, but, I was obviously needing a change…My gallery owner and his wife in Birmingham offered to let me part in their driveway at their… Continue Reading
Heal the world
Many of us came here from the stars….Each having a specific “job” to do to help heal humanity. Yesterday, I was guided to paint something I might normally not paint. Star people. I sat in meditation for the majority of the day to receive the message. The download that I received from this painting was… Continue Reading
I found them!
Or, actually they found me. Or maybe it was just GUS (God, Universe, Spirit) at work…My tiospaye….My Family…. In the Lakota culture, the word tiospaye encompasses the conviction that family is not only made up of immediate blood relatives, but also extends to all those within their tribal clan. It was so synchronistic, that I… Continue Reading
