My life is surrounded by
unfinished paintings, beautiful strokes of line and color filled with
some sense of Presence, of Self, and also of the self undone. I begin
to feel the churning within my internal mid section (solar plexus)
that unsatisfied part that wants to rant and rave. “Why keep on
doing this my critic cries? You know there is never enough time to
keep up with all of the projects, events, and writing.”
But my heart knows the joy
of stepping up to the canvas or into the art journal for that well
deserved moment of “no time” as my fingers glide across the
canvas and the page. My Muse insists that this is the right medicine
for the Soul. It soothes the spirit and opens the intuition to
“Listen and Breath” along the pathway into the open door of
“Presence.” This moving meditation leads me beyond and away from
the third dimension of cares and worries.
Can Art really transport one
from stress to joy? YES! Being in the energy of the New Moon and deep
in my Studio winter mode is a quiet gift to myself. I consider it
“Living my Dream.” The new year goals have been written and
considered. The tea and chocolate are available, the paint brushes
are cleaned, and the candle is lit. She calls to me, “There are
strokes to be made, tending and nurturing of flowers and hearts, and the claiming of yourself wholly blessed.” I am tuning in to all the
feelings flowing through me as I tend the lights and darks. Painting from the sacred place of connection.
What wants tending in your Heart?
My intention is" I am fully supported by the Divine Feminine through this process of Intentional Creativity."
Is your Heart calling you to
paint this year? Do you have a desire to break free from the critic's
pattern of false beliefs that keep you from living your dream? I
would be honored to help you on your path.
