Writings from the Heart

  Fire Meditation As I stare at the fire dancing over the logs, I am mesmerized watching the flames as they constantly change shape. There is no holding onto any form, as the fire moves back and forth in my campfire, radiating a welcome light and warmth. As the flames do their dance, they seem to consume the very substance that supports them, devouring the firewood that gives them life. Fire has the appearance of having form and substance, but that is just an illusion. In truth, fire is pure moving energy, changing whatever it touches. It creates an opening in the form it is breaking down through which more energy is released, ultimately rendering a transformation of both fire and wood. I watch a new form being created while I listen to the fire speak to me of the power of red and orange and blue and flickers of white. Fire teaches me that everything is energy and that all things change. It shows me that when things change they are not destroyed, rather they have just taken on a new fo

  In my art journal, contemplating our role as a creative being ~ Living the Dream I am the flickering fire that burns brightly within, Shining like a vibrant star in the night sky. I am the cat eyes that see the bigger picture, Wisely guiding me through my life’s destiny. I am the cosmos radiating its colorful display of art, Beckoning my inner wolf to follow my fire in the darkness. I am the full moon illuminating the shadows of mystery, Pregnant with the promise of of a vision come true. I am the woman who holds her blazing torch high, Inspiring all to follow their heart and live their dream.

                     The Great Leap of Faith Collage cover of CCFC journal Under the bright glow of the full Flower Moon, with just enough light to illumine the jagged rocks below, I stand near the abyss of beckoning challenge contemplating my next move. I am all dressed up for a grand leap over the chasm and have assured myself of my safety, as I dare to sail across the great divide of promising change. But I hesitate as thoughts of possible unwelcome scenarios creep into the dark places of my mind.   The “what if’s” from the shadows start whispering to the part of me where fear resides. “You might get hurt … or even die”, they say. “Turn around before it’s too late!”, they warn. While I am hesitating, a rustling sound below catches my attention, and I look down to see a familiar sight among the golden trees, illumined by the moon’s glow - Eartha Mama, my cherished bear companion. She stands tall among the trees, surrounded by blue towering mountains, while looking upward with her bro

"Tools of Transformation - Eyes, Heart & Brushes" Each painting I create brings with it a shift within me, a journey I need to take. When I accept the invitation to paint, I am opening my heart to an opportunity to wonder and wander into the unknown labyrinth of self creating my own personal symbols and images in the process. This is my commitment to myself, as well as, to our world. Each time I show up at the canvas it scares and thrills me in almost equal measure, because my painting process with intention requires that I uncover within me that which has lain hidden, even to me. It encourages me to “write” a new story of who I tell myself that I am. I always see myself differently after completing a painting as it breaks me open and takes me to the far reaches of my comfort zone. Ultimately, I am brought to a place of greater self love and self acceptance and become the visual storyteller who transforms not only myself, but also my relationship with others and even natu