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Becoming An Artist At 60...

Greetings Dear Ones,

I want to thank you so much for attending my first auction. Due to my circumstances this is the easiest way for me to do this for now and I am excited and delighted to be here!

Above there are pictures of the front/back/signatures and title on front and back. Please message me here if you would like any other pictures or information and I will get right back to you. I am in NC on EST in the US so note the hours, usually from noon to midnight I can send things. 

Colors may vary due to your monitor. I cropped the photos but did not change or enhance the colors in any way, however it looks different on my desktop/laptop/tablet and phone so the color will vary but is very close to true in every medium I have checked.

The painting is on recycled cardboard, a panel/side of a Priority Mail box. It is very sturdy but slightly bendy/flexible. Please be careful. Hard bends will crease or crack painting. It is my desire to use recycled materials as often as possible. After my house burned down there were a lot of boxes getting things back in the house. I plan to cut the larger ones up and gesso them for future paintings. Some will be on canvases or cotton panels.

Unless someone is very unhappy, which I would never want to be the case, I would prefer not to take returns. I almost said no returns but never say never. It is very hard for me to get to the post office. Returns will only be taken if returned in pristine condition and shipping and insurance costs, free to you but not to me, will be deducted from sale price if returned. If you are outside of the US and have paid for shipping you will have to pay again to return it. No refunds will be made until painting is returned and examined.

Shipping is FREE in the US only, Priority Mail with insurance. I will mail outside of the US but you will have to pay shipping, exact shipping costs/insurance only will be added to sale price.

Paypal invoice is sent at close of auction. Must be paid within 24 hours or will be offered to the next bidder in line. Please be aware of this and contact me ahead of time if you forsee a problem. I may be able to work with you.

PAYPAL ONLY.

HOW TO BID: 

Please be honorable. Do not bid if you do not mean it. Your word is your bond and so is your bid. 

Bids will be taken below this note which will be pinned at the top of the "Becoming An Artist At 60" page. 

Simply put the price in you wish to bid. Your name is already attached to anything you leave here.

Increase price above you in increments of $5. You may go to your highest bid immediately if you choose.

IF YOU PREFER TO BID PRIVATELY:

Message me your bid directly. I will acknowledge receiving it and will put your bid on the list with "Private" after the amount. You will be notified if you win at close of auction.

Bidding closes at noon on Sunday when I will contact winner and send Paypal invoice. Shipped Monday unless something out of the ordinary occurs when it will be shipped asap in the next day or two.

Starting bid: $50

Thank you so much for your interest and for your bid. I am an honest and honorable person. Please be the same in our dealings. 

Having the morning latte at the auction! 



















Blessings and Love,


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Sister Mary Trinity, PTSD

"Sister Mary Trinity. Only survivor of 12 nuns in a church bombing during a meeting planned to build inter-denominational relations with other churches. She is having a crisis of faith, filled with anger, and her PTSD flashbacks are so crippling she is planning to leave her convent and never return. She has been sent by her doctor to a new group therapy group for women and hopes that they can help Trinity."




Mallory, Anxiety Disorder

"Mallory owns an independent bookstore and coffeehouse. She loves her work but her Anxiety Disorder is getting worse and making it harder and harder to go into work or talk to customers. She decided she would go to the group therapy meeting tonight. If she didn't conquer this she'd have to sell the shop and that would break her heart..."
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"The Vesica Piscis in Bloom." 4/8/15
Acrylic on recycled cardboard
(Priority Mail Box panel)
Maitri Libellule. 

Painting will be sold in an auction 
from tomorrow, Thursday, 4/9 at
noon through Sunday 4/12 at noon 
shipped Priority Mail on Monday,
April 13. More details and pictures
of the painting in process here.
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This is the 2nd picture I have done for #100daysofgrouptherapy in the #the100dayproject for Day 1. I have to do one a day for 100 days but according to how the Muse moves there might be 2 or 3 in a day. I never know and it is better for me to produce more than none at all. Once the muse is on the move to stop the flow can end up stopping me completely, and my biggest fear going into this has been that my bipolary bits and parts would hinder me from completing the project, and of course this is just day one, but I really think I will do this.

SO, I am asking a HUGE favor and I feel shy and I haven't done anything like this before but I have been having a really hard time with my bipolar & other nefarious brain deets acting up, causing debilitating pain and fear and complete immobilization at times. Could you please help me by following me in this, on Instagram, and just click through and like -- if you do -- the days offering and if you are moved to leave a comment that would be divine. It is so important to me to continue on.

If you follow my main blog, Maitri's Heart, you will have read in the last couple of entries that medication changes have made me fuzzy and very tired and I've had a hard time continuing on but I am so excited about this and already I am making copious notes about where I think this project will take me beyond the 100 days. It is way too premature to discuss it but if I can get through these 100 days it could mean work that would really carry me at a time when I really need it. 

In any event today is Lakshmi, one of the women in group therapy, and her partner Sarah. What is this woman about and what is her place in the group dynamic?

Lakshmi is the woman with agoraphobia. I want to use these characters to be fun and have kind of a lighthearted and delightful story -- so much of our stories with mental illness are just plain hard and sad -- and there can't help but be a little of that. But this is a story about women coming together in a group healing situation, how they all react to the situation, how each deals with her own mental health burden, how one member leaves right away and that is a story in and of itself common in therapeutic and especially group circles, but the lovely sweet thing about Lakshmi and her partner Sarah is the beauty of one partner supporting the other who is suffering, and what a difference it makes, and also how when you suffer with these things you think nobody could possibly love you, but the surprising thing is that this is not necessary true. I am seeing miracles in others lives when they suffer terribly but have a partner to help them. It is eye opening and, well, gives me hope.

So this is the first day, and on I go, and I will be eternally grateful if you can help me...

Blessings and love dearhearts, 


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Such a sad loss but such incredible talent...

I love Amy's music.
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I drew the kitchen in the 3rd story apartment of Wilkie, one of the Group Therapy members, at the top of the page I was working on yesterday so you see the arch. I am still doodly dooing and getting to know the women and their world. Wilkie has not left for her first group session yet and she's very nervous. She is talking to Wilbur her hedgehog about it. She hasn't left the apartment in a long time and doesn't know if she can make it out the door. Will she go? Will she stay? She has to be there in 3 hours. I really hope she goes...

Something kind of crazy occurred to me and I love it. I would really like to draw individual sections on a full size sheet of paper and during these 100 Days put them all over the cottage on the walls so I am living in their world. For example the old Hoosier cabinet in Wilkie's apartment was a lot of fun to draw and paint. Imagine her whole kitchen on a section of the wall. Eeeeee, I like it!


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I am about to take part in something I am very excited about. It is a project where you pick anything you want to do for 100 consecutive days starting tomorrow, create a hashtag for it and put your hashtag with the project's hashtag on Instagram. I found it on Instagram via Esme Wang and here is a little sample of the Pre Game game! And DO answer if you feel inspired. My project is going to be an illustrated story of a group of women in group therapy but it will be fun.... Here is what I posted....

"6 women are meeting for the first time today. By the end of the day one will leave. Can you tell me which one is leaving? Can you tell me who is who? Their names are Wilkie, Trinity, Mallory, Lucinda, Lakshmi and Zooey. Who is who, and who decides to leave on the first day of Group Therapy? And stay tuned because starting tomorrow their story will be told over 100 days in the ‪#‎100daysofgrouptherapy‬ in the‪#‎the100dayproject‬ ."

The other picture I drew last night. It is a sample of some of the things that will show up in the story...



For more information go to: 


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I have slipped back into this blog with such joy, because...

I have spent so much time blogging and I spend so much time online that I just can't seem to keep up with a handwritten journals anymore which shames me no end having taught journal classes for 40 years and filled over 400 journals. Sigh...

Finally, instead of not keeping an online journal because I am pretending to myself that surely any minute I will start using the 1001 journals of every sort that I buy and never use I am just going to do what I know is going to work for me, at least for now. The journals, if they are suitable by any stretch, will be used as sketchbooks and I am going to use this blog as my journal. Not private things, I do as much of that type of writing as I am willing to share on my main blog, Maitri's Heart on my website. No, what I want to do, and what is important for me to do with 5 mental health diagnoses, is to keep track of my life and days. This will be very different than the way this blog started but it is what I need to do today and I just love this little blog. It feels like a real knockabout sort of journal, not fancy or pretty which makes it comfortable to just slap stuff in, collage it a bit, maybe art and mostly just notes as I travel through my days. It just needs to be this way, for now, so I don't lose myself and so I remember the things I want to remember. As you can see I have written a few today, these are my Notes, Quotes & Flashing Thoughts, this is how a mind works, any mind, mentally screwbally notwithstanding our brains are just always on the move no matter what shape they are in. I want to capture things I love, things I'm planning, books, things I am obsessed with.

I am currently obsessed with Amanda Palmer. I don't mean in a creepy way, no, I just seem to have gotten on the A.P. tour bus late, but I saw her TedTalk and it-just-knocked-me-(and about 8 million other people)-OUT! Watch it, please, you don't want to miss it. 

Then I was excited to find that she had a book of the same name coming out in autumn 2014. I bought the book for my kindle, but they had a deal to get the audible book cheaply at the same time so I bought it. I have listened to it 3x so far -- I love books read by their own authors -- but this one is so special. Every time I listen, because I move about taking care of pugs and things and miss parts which is okay because I didn't miss anything the first time, I find something else to love, something else that really helps me in my life right now, something that helps me understand my life right now, even though that's not what the book is about, but it is about living as artist among many other things and that is where I am right now. So I will get around to reading the kindle version but right now I am listening to it as if on a continuous tape loop. 

THEN -- wonder of wonders -- again, last one on the tour bus and all -- I found out that Amanda is married to a writer who just delights me in a thousand directions, Neil Gaiman. I just couldn't believe it. I have been in love with him since I heard the amazing commencement speech he gave that also went viral like Amanda's Ted Talk. It is referred to as the Make Good Art speech and I have lost count of how many people I have shared it with and listened to it myself. Oh you DO NOT want to miss this one... MAKE GOOD ART, by the adorable Neil Gaiman.

So I will end this here as it is nearly 10 p.m. and I have not eaten dinner. I am angsty and edgy tonight and I haven't been able to settle down and the kitchen is a disaster. I will get to that somewhere between tonight and tomorrow. I need to eat, and, make good art.

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So what am I planting right now? (And I get the seeds online at Eden Brothers who have wholesale and even cheaper amazing prices in bulk.)

This year....

*Several types of French marigolds
* My beloved borage, always in my garden
*Delphinium (Which I long for and try every year but they don't like our heat, sigh,.,,)
*Larkspur (Very like delphins but go easier here.) 
* 4 o'clocks, pastel bi color mix
* Garland Daisies
* Old fashioned hollyhocks
* Several types of sunflowers
* One of my favorites, "Mexican Sunflowers" tall but smaller than regular flowers and a gorgeous bright orange
* 1# of Heavenly Blue Morning glories (I have seeded the whole front of the property in the woodsy areas and all along the front of my house to match my front door which is sky blue. I am looking for a curtain of blue flowers to hide my front porch for shade. It gets dreadful hot here!
* An ounce of Moonflowers, same areas as morning glories
* LOTS of different types and colors of nasturtiums which I always grow a lot of. I call them my "Nasty Ladies." 
*Rose Mallow
*1/2 pound of California Giant zinnias and other types
*Red Kale
*Rainbow Chard
*Sweet Basil 

And I will continue to sow different seeds throughout the season, I just do a lot upfront, usually around the beginning of April, often Easter weekend, MY Holy Ritual
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It is the quality of the air. 

It is each flower as it opens.

It is the birds on the wing and their song. 

It is the Canadian Geese flying overhead, passing by until autumn falls. 

It is the soft flowers and their powerful fragrance. 

It is the vibrant, alive feeling all around as everything stirs, the wild ones, and our own, blood and bone. 

It is Spring.
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Dearhearts,

This is a blog that was very dear to my heart. I stopped it at the end of 2009 just about 3 weeks before my mother passed, and a couple of months later moved here to Dragonfly Cottage. I really loved this blog and it covered a period of time that was very different than my life today. The reason I want to resurrect it is because it was a place, and will be a place, where I can dash off thoughts without feeling the need to do a whole long blogpost. I can share my art, my morning musings over my latte's and what I have called for 30 years my "Notes, Quotes & Flashing Thoughts." I always wrote that in the cover of every journal I started and I plan to do a small book of  musings with this same title.

I have started to clean up the sidebars and have eliminated almost everything, they will be redone tonight, but I thought, today, when I came across this blog that it was something I didn't want to let go of, and today, with the many things I am struggling with, often not having the energy to write a long blog post, that a morning's quick note would be a way to stay in closer touch. If you are on my mailing list you will get notices about these entries as well so you don't need to sign up for a new one.

I'm going to close here to feed the pugs, different pugs than I had when I started this blog years ago, but the pug tribe lives on, in my heart and in my home.

Blessings and Love Dearhearts. Have a beautiful weekend...








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Dear Ones,

It is with some regret but also necessary that I close 2 of my four blogs so that I am not spread too thin. My mother is about to pass in the next few days and when that happens my life is going to be drastically altered and past getting through the experience just ahead I will be moving. I will be leaving the blogs up for some time but will not be updating them, and the subject matter in those two blogs will be incorporated in the other 2 blogs.

My other two blogs, Maitri's Heart, and Life at Dragonfly Cottage will still run on, and I hope you will visit there.

I wish you all blessings, love and again, I thank you for your kind support.

Maitri Libellule
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If you like this light, come sit by me...



You have to be a true aficionado of the odd, the peculiar, and the just plain unimaginable to appreciate this light. I loved it dearly but finally it went the way so many things do in a house with parrots. Henry, my beloved African Grey parrot whom I lost -- oh Lord, I just looked at the calendar and my heart sank, it was one year ago to the day, sigh... -- last November, used to sit on top of his cage to play and he got too close to the lamp and would nip the bits off. Finally it lost it's magic without all of it's green and purple birds, flowers and stars intact, and more and more empty holes, and down it came, but I had it for a number of years. I bought it from a little old lady on eBay who made them to sell. I paid $5. When I got it in the mail I was so enchanted I was beside myself.

You see the light was made of a white plastic pot turned upside down and screwed to what would have been the little tray the pot sat in. It was an ornate sort of plastic and the fixings of a lamp went inside with a hanging light cord. THEN the dear woman -- someone would have had to help her drill all of those holes -- put what look very like those little plastic pieces you would put in one of those children's "Lite Bright" sets, and they were purple and green stars, and flowers, and birds. Now, in a house full of birds that was very special! At night when it was dark I would just have that one light on and I would stare and stare at it mesmerized. Oh, I miss that light. I was bereft when a friend helping me organize things around here made me throw it out. I don't do well parting with things.


Closeup of the Magic Lamp.
The pink and
green circles
were
stars and flowers &
lots of the little green
ones
were birds.


Then there was the most enchanting light that a little lady at a farm stand had made. She was round as a pumpkin with very pink cheeks and wiry grey hair up in a straggly bun. I wanted to squeeze her she was so adorable. She made lots of them in different colors and when I brought mine home, proud as a peacock, people were absolutely in shock that I paid money for it. I wish I had a picture.

You see, what she did was take a ton of those clear plastic cups you buy with picnic ware, the small ones, and she put a strand of Christmas lights all bunched up in the middle and it made a huge ball with lots of those little cups connected together, the clear plastic glowing in the dark with the colored lights shimmering through. I chose one with blue lights -- it was a blue Christmas with a Christmas tree full of blue lights and strands of blue lights everywhere in my tiny cottage.

My two lights. I think those two lights were the grandest things I'd ever seen.

And then there are the flamingos.

I have a flamingo hat that I have actually worn OUT to the horror of a great many people...



And once, just for fun, I wore a string of flamingo lights as a little joke. I thought I was hilarious. Others did not...



And we can't forget the flamingos on top of my refrigerator...



And I have a passion for the pink plastic flamingos in the garden...



I don't know how they got on my patio. I think they liked the antique stone mermaid. She kind of makes me swoon too. And they got into my Christmas tree the year of The Pink Christmas...


A friend of mine sent me pink lights for my tree and
I just loved them. So did the
flamingos and they crept
in and crawled
into the Christmas tree. I bought little
birds from the craft store, all different
types and colors,
the kind with wires
on them that were just perfect for
wrapping around the tree branches. Oh, that tree was
a marvel!

Yes, I have a passion for flamingos. Gnomes too but I'd best not go into the gnomes. We have secrets, the gnomes and I, and I'm not telling them here. Nosirree, you'll never get it out of me. We might have been arrested if the police saw us. At least it startled the neighbors who I think are afraid of me, but I think it's best that way. I say If you can't seem weird to your neighbors, or scare the hoo-ha out of them on occasion, you're probably doing something wrong.

There are so many screwball things that I have collected over the years like vintage teapots in the shape of snails, chickens, a woman in a ball gown whose head comes off to fill the teapot and so many other things. You can see some of my teapots at Flickr.

I could go on and on, but by now you are probably either nodding off or calling someone to have me taken to the funny farm (I bet I'd have a ball there! I'd fit right in!). It's my theory that I fell down the rabbit hole with Alice and decided to stay there. I mean, really, who would ever want to leave a Cheshire Cat, a rabbit who is always late, and a Mad Hatter who gives tea parties. Yes, they would be just the kind of folks I'm comfortable with.

Never try to be "normal." What's the point really? I never want to be normal I'd be bored to death with myself. Next time I'll tell you about my (live, cut) Christmas tree that I had for a year.

My favorite t.v. show is coming on now and I don't want to miss it. I know you will be waiting with baited breath, but I'll get to it soon...


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"Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life."

~ Thich Nhat Hanh ~
Vietnamese Buddhist Monk



It was just past midnight last night. I was out on the patio as two of the dogs, Big Moe, my lab-doby mix, and Sampson, my Velcro pug, snuffled about in the grass to find just the perfect spot to do their business. This is very important. Dogs are very mindful, and they were single-minded in their pursuit. It was just then that I saw a glint of bright green against the white stucco wall of the patio. I stood, barely breathing, and stared at him. I thought he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. In each moment there is something perfect, beautiful, unimaginably tender and touching, if we are aware, and present. For a single moment I was one with him, his bright eyes locked with mine. It was perfect bliss...

I held my breath as I slipped in the door to grab my camera, and took several pictures of him. He stood quite still as if posing for me. The camera flashed and he will be with me for all eternity in this photograph, even though moments later he jumped through the air so fast that I blinked and he was gone. I saw one flash of a tiny green leg disappear through a crack where the patio wall meets the cottage wall. Morning glories slip through this crack, and beetles, lady bugs, spiders, and the little green lizards we have in abundance here. I live in harmony with each and every one of them. These are the simple things in life that I treasure, the ephemeral things that disappear in a moment. Present Moment, Wonderful Moment -- that is the title of one of Thich Nhat Hanh's books. His books are slender little volumes, his words are a whisper in the air. You hear him in your ears as you read. I have several video and audio cd's of him speaking and his voice is mesmerizingly soft and gentle. I hear his voice when I read the words in his books.

I came in with the dogs, the tiny frog gone wherever bright green nocturnal creatures slip off into in the night, and I sat here with only one small reading lamp on, but I didn't read, I didn't turn on the computer or the t.v., no, I sat here to meditate on that miraculous moment, when one tiny little tree frog and I met, a moment that I will forget, sadly, but that one single moment will remain part of me forever.

Present Moment, Wonderful Moment. I bow to Thich Nhat Hanh, in Plum Village in France where he lives, I bow to the wee little frog who disappeared into the night, I smile at the sleeping pug attached to me who is settled deep in sleep and snoring softly. I listen to the air, the soft whoosh of the Hepa air filter moving particles that sparkle in the dark. If only I were a frog I could see them. I listen to my breath go in and out, in and out. I slip into a meditative state and behind my eyelids there is a sea of bright green. I float in it, and only when I open my eyes again do I realize that it was a frog meditation, and for one single moment I was as green as my tiny visitor.

As I was writing the above I looked down and smiled. I am wearing a soft lime green cotton caftan, the color faded with age, and on my wrist are three beaded bracelets, all green stones -- prehnite, green turquoise, aventurine, and peridot -- all powerful, healing, comforting stones for me now. It is a green time for me in my life. Green is the heart chakra color. It is a heart time for me now, as my mother, who just went on hospice faces, in peace, her final days. She talked softly today about the end, which is near, and I have never felt her more at ease. She is prepared for her passing. I wear these green stones so that my heart may be healed as she makes her final passage.

In the last moment I spoke to her I said the prayer for her that she loves. I say it to her now every time we speak, and she loves to hear it. I first heard it in Unity Church in Roanoke, Virginia, more than two decades ago.

"The light of God surrounds you,"
I tell her, almost in a whisper...

"The love of God enfolds you,"
I can feel her relax into the moment
as a tear runs down my cheek...

"The power of God protects you,"
We are one spirit in this moment,
mother and daughter, for what may
be, at any time, the last moment...

"The presence of God watches over you,"
We both face toward the golden light
of God's presence, and the light that
will draw her home in the days ahead...

"Wherever you are, God is, and all is well."
I feel her tender smile, I am in awe of
the total peace she radiates in these,
her final days. When we get off of the
phone, I say the prayer for myself,
that I may feel the peace that passeth
understanding when my mother crosses
over into the light.

I will sit here for awhile before I go to sleep and I will close my eyes and breathe in the gift of green that the little frog brought to me, I will feel the soft green cotton against my skin, and the sparkling green beads and stones around my wrist. As I closes my eyes I feel my belly rise and fall as I become all breath, rocking gently, like a baby in her mother's arms, and pray as I get ready to turn off the light and go to sleep...

The light of God surrounds me...

Present Moment, Wonderful Moment...

My heart beats in my chest, my breath slowly moves in and out, and for one singular moment I feel the peace that passeth understanding, and all is well...


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Yesterday something happened to me, and I don't know why, or what caused it to happen just then, just the way it did, but I am thanking God for it today. I spend too much time on the computer, as if clinging to life itself. This afternoon I called to speak to my mother to tell her I love her, but she was not able to come to the phone and my aunt said it was a very bad day. My heart just sank. I realized that in the year ahead I will heal my heart by doing my art. I think there is no mistake that the word "art" is part of the word HeART.

I use crystals and gemstones for healing. For a long time I made jewelry that I sold in my etsy store called Stone Medicine Jewelry, but I no longer make jewelry to sell and my etsy store is currently on hold. I had one for a long time closed it, opened it again and had to close it immediately after selling only a few items because of my mother's cancer. I just didn't have it in me. Everything went numb. I was frozen in the middle of my own life.

I believe very strongly in the healing power of these stones. They are energetic minerals from deep in the earth, and bring with them different kinds of power and frequencies that have been used in healing since ancient times. You needn't believe in the healing power to appreciate their beauty, but if you are interested you can look at this wonderful page, Crystal and Healing Properties of Gemstones. I keep this on my toolbar for when I'm ordering but have a vast library of books of these stones and their healing powers.

And so I knew that I needed Flourite. (Scan down the page until you find this stone.) It is a very gentle healing stone, and I have had this puffy little flourite heart for some time. I have carried it with me everywhere in my purse. I always wanted it near me. I turned off my computer all afternoon on Friday and worked on this piece. It is not finished, but this will show you a little bit of my process. I will keep you posted along the way. And in the process I started writing a book that will be a year of the healing process ahead through my art, of many various types.




The Flourite heart on my wrist so you can
imagine the size...


I held this gentle precious stone in my hand for awhile and just closed my eyes and meditated. It was so soothing I almost drifted off to sleep. I think of the people who find it near quackery to believe in the healing power of these stones, and yet they believe in the flowers and herbs and plants of this earth for their healing powers, their beautiful properties. The gifts of this earth are many, and if they seem strange to some who don't understand them, that's okay, but at least, if you are a spiritual person, imagine that nothing was put on this planet without a reason. These stones have their reasons, their place. Enjoy their beauty, if nothing else. You will find that you will be drawn to certain stones for reasons you can't imagine, but don't question it, simply enjoy it. If you choose to, you can study more about these stones, and there are many books on the subject and sites to buy them inexpensively.

This piece that I am working on will use many different techniques, among them spoolknitting, crochet, beading, and finger weaving. By the end of the piece, and when it actually turns into a long necklace, it will be quite an elaborate piece, with all the stones I need to heal my heart. The act of making the piece will be the most important healing process of all...




A Hand carved spoolknitter, a gorgeous butterfly,
made by my dear sister-friend,
Noreen Crone-Findlay.
You have just got
to see her amazing work. Some time
back
I showed the collection of crochet hooks that
she handmade. I almost exclusively use
her tools in
my work. And she has several
other sites, a daily
blog, and an etsy shop,
but her magical main site
remains
my favorite...




Spoolknitting with pink wire, I ease the heart
down into the spoolknitted section to check
for
size...


For those of you who have never spoolknitted it is one of the most calming artforms on the planet with endless possibilities for making things, easy to use, and you can buy them in all shapes and sizes. I have a red plastic one I bought a year or two ago at a craft shop for $2. They usually have them wherever you can buy sewing notions and supplies. In days gone by they used to be called "Knitting Nancies." Spoolknitting is also a contemplative art, very meditative, and I have spoolknitted lots of long tubular pieces using all types of materials for spoolknitting from yarn to string to twine to soft grasses, long thin strips of leather, suede, to unspun wool or strips of old clothing. Sometimes my closet is the best place to find odds and ends for my art, and what a wonderful way to recycle!




Once the spoolknitted heart was taken off of
the spoolknitter, I used a tiny antique
metal
crochet hook to crochet it shut. I
rarely ever
use this type of hook, but
each project has it's
own needs.





Then the really joyous work began, and this
will be long work and by the end of this entry
you will see the heart given a good start but
nowhere near the end! Here I am beading and
fingerweaving the wired and knotted beads
around the flourite heart in the spoolknitted
"case." The stones I am using are flourite in
many colors and my favorite current stone
which calls to me deeply, peridot. You can
read more about it on that page, and much
more in wonderful books, and on the web,
but it is, among other things, a heart healer.
People think of pink as the color of the
heart, but in chakra work, the heart's
color is green...




The flourite heart at it's very beginning
of
what will be a long journey...


For those of you like me who spend too much time on the computer, one of the most healing (and I believe truly essential, increasingly so...) activities you can do is turn off the computer and move on to other pursuits. Work in the garden, read a good book, take a nature walk, even do housework, but turn off the computer, and live your life. I plan to do this more and more. and will still be spending mornings and evenings and once in awhile spottily on the computer if I need to check on something, but I am writing my book by hand as I do my art, and it will all get moved to the computer when it is good and ready. Writing by hand is also a lovely thing, a lost art really. I am also going to start collecting long lost addresses, and put something in the mail to a friend everyday. A post card, a letter, a tiny treasure. Reviving the lost art of letter writing, believe it or not, is part of my ministry. It is connecting with real people in real time, and giving them something that they can hold onto and cherish. Something tactile, something that is not ephemeral and disappears as soon as you push a button.

I will continue to share this journey with you as the "Healing Heart" progresses, and then I will wear it as I work on the book for the next year, and when my mother passes I will be wearing it over my own heart, allowing the stones to heal me, and the work of my hands will bring me peace...

Blessings and Love to one and all...



maitrilibellule

"Often people attempt to live their lives backwards; they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier.

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want."


~ Margaret Young ~


I live with piles of books all around me, the current ones I am reading and a number of them that I go back to for quotes or references when I am writing. I have thousands of books collected over many decades. The thing that always amazes me, and I'm sure you all have experienced this as well, is that you can read the same book ten times and each time you read it, it's almost like you are reading a different book. The book hasn't changed, you have.

I have been a journal-writing teacher for over thirty years. I have seen it time and time again with now somewhere in the thousands of students, and I always told them the same thing. Some exercises, like the one I shared a few entries back, "At this very moment..." which is a standard exercise that many writing teachers use to just get the pen moving, is really not only the bedrock of our writing foundation, but a touchstone in our lives. If you were to write "At this very moment..." every day for a year, and a year later go back and read all of them, you would have probably felt, before starting, that not much changed from day to day, and that overall it had been, given no extenuating circumstances beyond our control occurring, pretty much the same old, same old. What you would find would be very different.

What you would find would be that not only does each day shift a little, over the course of a year you have shifted quite a lot. Track that over five years, over ten, and you would simply be dumbfounded. As a person who has hundreds of journals in boxes and lived very close to this process since I was a young girl, I am acutely aware of the fact that huge changes are happening over time, but as they are happening over time, we don't see them or feel them, unless we encounter one of life's heart-wrenching circumstances like the death of a loved one, the loss of a child, a close friend who was like family, a divorce, loss of a job you felt would be your lifetime job when you had never thought of or prepared for anything else, unless those kinds of things happen to you, you are shape-shifting all the time, in every moment and are, for the most part, completely unaware of what is happening.

So through these difficult days and weeks and months with my poor mother's decline stepping up it's pace every single day, it has been one of those times when someone sits down and takes stock. A time when one notices things that they hadn't stopped to look at before.

I wrote, just last night, on my Unimaginable Dreams Made Manifest blog, that I was coming to the time in my life when much that I had been dreaming and hoping for all of my life was about to start happening, but that after I go over the first big hump, it will be a tremendous lot of work to do, meaning the foundation will have been laid to allow me to do the work, but the hardest part will begin when I finally face and have to live out the, "If only I could..." Well, now I'll be able to, now I'll actually have to, and all of a sudden I was scared to death.

And so last night I "slept on it," or rather slept on it and half way on a pug who is always attached to my person and I am either leaning against him or he is halfway on top of me. I thought about the dreams and wondered if I had done what I needed to all of these years to prepare properly for what lies ahead. I mean I'm 55 after all and while I don't consider that old, have never been worried about age, and am in good health, I am also very well aware that as the years keep marching onward (and there's been a lot of marching already...) you have less time to get things done. It's time I started.

So, circling back around to the beginning of this piece, I found this quote, and it made me sink into my chair and take a big sigh of relief. I have done exactly what I was supposed to in her definition of what you need to do to achieve what you want, but I did not do it consciously, more to the point, and as the poet Louise Bogan was often quoted as saying, "Let life do it." meaning that you needn't worry so much about what to do about every little detail, life will just be what it will be for you, and sweep you along downstream, and there will be a sense of momentum that comes from you know not where. So "Life did it," in the manner of my having been a mother raising and homeschooling three children and all the while, right next to them, I was writing, publishing in magazines and newspapers, I had three small presses and a rubber stamp business, I did art of all sorts and I was always doing "my work"right along with them as they did their school work. A decade ago my husband and I separated and my kids grew into their own lives and met their partners or spouses and I have spent a very hard decade both financially and trying to figure out what I was going to do, and then it came to me, I have been doing it all along.

I had to be all of who I was because what else can you do? I lived my way forward through college, marriage, children, and onward, being the best person I could be with all of my oddities and idiosyncrasies, trying hard not to make the mistakes my parents had but making my own instead, and all along the while I was doing what I needed to do without realizing it. What a shock to realize you might have done something right, even if it was by accident. When you are a SAHM (Stay at home mom.) you are sadly not taken seriously, although thank God I see this changing all around me, and my writing and art were thought of as "nice little hobbies" and because everyone else treated me and what I was doing that way, and even though I knew inside that they weren't just "hobbies" but my life's work, I kind of felt embarrassed and while I kept trudging on and my belief in myself was strong, I finally stopped talking a lot about it to those closest to me who pretty much just had that, "There she goes again..." attitude when I started writing another novel or small business or whatever, but I knew, as I have known these past ten years on my own, that I was, indeed, working toward something. I was doing it in order, and not the reverse, and of course in order works differently for each and every one of us.

So here I am. I have raised my family. I am divorced and have teetered through the past decade pretty much just hoping I would survive, and I have made it through to a place where I will now have a kind of security I haven't known in my life, where decisions will be in my own hands, and I will have the wherewithall to lead the simple, gentle little life I've always wanted, surrounded by my animals and my garden, writing and doing my art, praying and meditating and having my quiet little "barefoot ministry," wherein I can walk metaphorically barefoot through the world touching anyone I can with love and kindness, and, considering the whole world my "congregation," for lack of a better way to put it, no matter what their religion or spiritual path or none at all, I will love those I meet, pray for all and sundry, and finally be able to take myself and my work seriously because there is no one to tell me that I can't.

I have been, all along, who I really am, warts and all, I have done, inasmuch as I've been able, to do what I've needed to do, and now I am at the the threshold I will soon cross into the life that I want and it will all have happened just exactly as it should have. I "Let life do it," even when I didn't know I was doing so.

And so here I am, at the crossroads. I know which path I will take...