Friday, September 16, 2016

Drinking from the Cup of Chutzpah!


I've been drinking from the cup of Chutzpah all year.
It may have started when my path crossed Fearless (my wild bird).
A huge shift in my very core happened - I mean roots being dug up.

Two major events took place this summer which took tremendous bravery
and energy to go through…

I started the process of amalgam removal from my teeth.  I had countless appointments in
OKC.  I've yet more dental work to get done, but 10 crowns is enough for this year.
  Not all crowns were replacing amalgam.  TMJ flared up on the left side, but it's much better.
Changing teeth is major.  Changes your bite, your smile.  

I resigned from my job of 11 years.  I anchored away.
I was forced to take on accounting from another department
(in addition to my regular job) with no compensation. I was treated
unfairly - even relocated into a back office without a window,
only fluorescent buzzing lights.  My soul withered, it wasn't good for my 
eyes, my health, my mental state.  I was miserable for 3 months. 
There was no other option, but to exit this new reality.  
 It's so simple, I hate accounting, but enjoy art.  

I'm an artist.

This year I read Big Magic: Living the Creative Life twice!  
It spoke to me.  It mostly confirmed what I knew.

I took wings and am now

a prairie walker
sky gazer
praiser of God

I'm an artist.
an art teacher

I'm even a substitute teacher for the public school system.

My life shifted this year.
My steps are going in brand new paths.
God is my companion.
My steps are sure.
I'm not looking back either.

"Little House of Joy"  Gouache
Do you see the tooth with roots, maybe other teeth also?
I painted this one morning and noticed the subconscious
symbol afterwards.  It's like an x-ray of my soul right now.

Lodstone, Carnelian & Fluorite



Mrs. Toadsworth

Summer is still going strong here.
It's been one of my best summers too.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Morning Prairie Walk


all around,


a new path is unfolding before me,


i'm trying to find a rhythm, yet september has too much work and play.


i'm squeezing the last of summer close to my soul, 
and at the same time slowly adjusting to my new spiritual season. 


i'm feeling grand like this gayfeather in the field.


a little haiku comes too:

Morning prairie walk
I hear the wind in both ears 
and a bird in one

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