Thursday, October 27, 2011


There is something VERY exciting about seeing frames on one's art.

(clockwise, from top left ~ Cosmic Egg, Dia de Los Muertos Dos,
Cosmic Yoni, Dia de Los Muertos Uno)

Very exciting.

Even if it's just sitting on the kitchen table.

Lots of great art happenings going on over here.

Two pieces in a local collective art show.

Three pieces at a local cafe.

It's been a wild crazy ride, October has.

But somehow, the goodness is shining through, loud and clear.

Loving this creative life, so so much!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

On Being Liked

What does it look like to live a life trying to always be liked?

Well, it starts first and foremost with usually not saying what's actually on your mind.
It means stuffing how you're really feeling.
And putting others' needs before your own.
Not wanting anyone to get upset.
To express disapproval.
Or to yell.

Can you say exhausting?


I'm done.

I am so done.

I have spent the greater part of my waking life seeking approval.

Which means not ruffling feathers.
Agreeing when I don't.
Finding a neutral response that doesn't begin to plumb the depth of my feelings.

If I keep this up much longer?

Illness. Sickness. Dis-ease.

No thank you.

So what does this look like?

We'll see, won't we?

A bit new for me, that's for sure.

But it means I will learn to sit quietly when someone feels uncomfortable with what I have to say. Instead of soothing it over and or somehow minimizing what I just said so THEY will feel better.

It means I will speak even when my voice shakes. (thank you Eleanor Roosevelt for that one)

Sometimes people will be angry at me. They might even raise their voice. Or yell.

The worst for me though? Is that they will disapprove of me.


This word.

With Disappoint a close second.

It holds so much power over me for some reason.

Seeking approval.

Enough already!

I may stumble along the way.

Perhaps I will mumble too.

But I know this ~

I cannot spend another minute of my life continuing this debilitating habit of always trying to be liked.

I need now, from this moment on, and for the rest of my life, to not care if you like me.

Don't think for a second that this doesn't scare the b'jeezus out of me.

But I am saying it here. Because I must.

Because my life depends on it.

Choosing love, still.

And always.

That has not changed.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Sharing the LIGHT!

There is the most beautiful Soul that you need to know about.

Her light shines so brightly.

Her energy is boundless.

Her smile warms you down to the tips of your toes.

Her name is Charlie.

And she is spreading her wings far and wide and launching herself into the world.

You MUST go visit her.

You will be so glad you did!

The longings in your heart are compelling you - The time has come to cast aside fear, becoming all you feel you are because it is the only way to be comfortable in your skin. You are ready to wake up to all your Life has to offer ... to align the life you are living ... with the Life you were born to live. Charlie Shamsi Pettus

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Sedona on My Mind

Would you just look at that Orb?

photo by the uber fantastic capture-er of magic, Lis Hofmann

Apparently I was being held by the sweet lovin' arms of Sedona.

Which is a good thing.

Because Sedona revealed for me a series of moments that has forever changed the way I see myself, and my life.

I look at that photo, and I am amazed at the strength of the person I see there.

That strength surprised me.

But you know what?

I do believe it's time to claim this strength.

Time to be this person, through and through.

Even amidst painful realizations and yucky thoughts.

Especially now.

Sedona took me in her arms and promised to hold the pain of this revealing for me.

She let me know I was safe.

That I could leave it there, with her, to transform it as needed.

I didn't need to drag it all the way back to California with me.

I could experience it all. And be okay.

More than just okay.

I could leave knowing, really deeply knowing,
that every little thing,
is gonna be all right.

Art holds magical powers. Art saves. Art heals.


And this group of women?

I have mentioned them before. And will again, and again, and again.

photo by the super awesome Hansel Solera

They held me too.

And still are.

My Fearless Sisters, you are in very a special place in my heart.

Choosing strength, choosing love.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


There is something so magical.

I am still in this deep, deep pondering space.

Sedona cracked me wide open.

Much was revealed.





Above all else, Love.

For now, this is what I can share. More will come. But for now, this.