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Quiet time….

Dare to DreamI always thought quiet time was overrated.   After all, if I wasn’t doing at least 4 things at once, I was most likely sleeping.  And even when I slept, I have my notepad close, my phone close and my computer close, as well as a book or two.   Just in case I might wake up and need something to do.

And then – I sliced my tendon.   The first three weeks was a pretty novel experience.  Now – it sucks!   And I’m tired.  Really – like – TIRED!   I get up at 7-8…couple hours painting and/or computer work (or not) – lunch and then – Back to bed….   Geesh.   Up for a few hours….more mindless piddling (sometimes even doing laundry seems like too much to do) and then supper – a couple of hours horizontal on the sofa, and then back to bed.   GOOD GOD – did I feel guilty.   But, I have found that while I am back in bed, I am doing serious visioning.   I see paintings, I have ideas, I sketch, I dream, I create in my head and my heart.

I had an AHA today that gave me even MORE insight into the life of BEing an artist.   It’s okay to lay around (as long as it doesn’t become problematic!), ……for me.   I’ve realized it is part of my process.   It is just as essential for me to allow myself quiet time, as it is for me to be productive.

After all – I’ve done over 140 paintings so far this year, and have gotten into 5 new galleries.  I don’t think that sound like slacking to me.

And so – the Big AHA for the day is… Quiet Time, is good time….and essential time.   And, it helps to heal the body, mind and spirit….




Nectar of the Gods
Nectar of the Gods

When one gets quiet and listens – really listens – the most AMAZING gifts come in. I have been one, for the majority of my life to NOT listen. The one who tries to control everything. The one who tells everyone what to get for me for Christmas, etc etc. I’ll never forget the most wonderful Christmas EVER, when my ex-husband picked up on something that I had said that I wanted and – viòla! it was there on Christmas morning. That year I was busy with babies. My brain was mushy with dirty diapers and leaking breasts! It was a lesson for me… one that took me almost 20 more years to realize.

And so….fast forward….to today. I am working with an amazing coach to help me “see” the last few bits of the “old me” that I need to lovingly release and cleanse myself of so that I can move forward and do exactly what it is I am here to do.

She asks us to tell her what we want to work on in our sessions, and very clearly, I heard….”let it be spirit driven”…and so it was. The messages were mind boggling as well as a tad overwhelming as I thought I had completely let go of some of the self-loathing, anger, people pleasing issues that had plagued me the majority of my life.

I push myself very hard, as an artist to “produce” – being very proud of my “numbers”. My traditional upbringing, doesn’t coalesce too terribly well with who an artist truly is. I have not been able to just surrender and allow myself to BE an artist.

And, heading to France made me feel EXTRA guilty because I was taking so much time off – but am I really?

The most amazing conversation unfolded. It was exactly what needed to happen at that very moment. Surrendering to spirit and allowing the messages to come in.

And in she came….the most beautiful hummingbird – she came to the window and hovered…going back and forth until I told my coach what was happening.

We looked up the meaning of a hummingbird.

“If the hummingbird shows up in your life as a spirit animal, it may remind you to enjoy life’s simple pleasures and take time to enjoy yourself. The hummingbird’s wisdom carries an invitation to take part in and draw to you life’s sweetness, like you would drink the nectar of your own flower.”

Everything we talked about….confirmed by spirit.

Notice what you notice….the messages are there….they may come through from others, and they may come from animals….but they are there.

Much love.

Magic, just pure Magic

I had a marvelous weekend.   I just surrendered and allowed.  And it was magic, just pure magic.  And wonder, and grace and all of those phrases, and yet, describing the weekend with words makes it something that it was not. I spent Saturday with friends.  Talking and discussing the world, and events that we feel… Continue Reading

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