Friday, December 7, 2018

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Mab Graves

My latest fascination. There are many artists and actors that move me to the core, and I go thru this mini mirror revelation. I used to do it as a kid, when I saw a particular movie , I would go home and become the character. Perhaps as a youngster dealing with divorce an other drama - it was somehow an escape for me. I have always done my collage work, played with dolls another form of going into my other world. But what I love about Mab is she has maintained and incorporated her toys into her adulthood life. Peter pan is a book that always brings me back into the reality that I never truly want to grow up an have always struggled with never feeling like I fit in anywhere. Perhaps because I never really grew up despite mothering four lovely boys. As of late, since my grave's disease;Thyroid eye disease kicked -in an robbed me of any energy, I feel like I am slowly recovering. The removal of a cyst in my upper right parathyroid gland has me feeling a spark of renewel. I need more people like Mab Graves to be who they are for who they are an how they are ,,, fully transparent an unapologetic for this clarity. I have often felt that my transparency as a person ,,,, it;s like women don;t know how to deal with me or I just feel misunderstood often. I hide... I do my work, I do my life an stay far away from groups. Time is so precious and I adore this artist and the inspiration that wells up inside me brings me renewed joy... Forever Young.... my inner Pippi Longstocking never left.Forever young is doing what you love every day. I have arrived. Mab Graves , I adore you.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Thursday, October 25, 2018


To dream that you are packing, but the more your pack, the more there is to pack implies that you are weighed down by the endless responsibilities and expectations in your life. As a result, you are stuck in your current circumstances.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Knowing Vs. Accepting.......

Indulged in listening, fully satisfied in the anticipation of the unknown. & Than Slapped with a question. "What is spirituality to you?" I was happy with just listening. WHat a vast question, which direction should I take? The path I began to speak about was quickly and abruptly interrupted. I felt like I answered WRONG> I am fine with being schooled but part of being EMPATHIC is listening no? And what exactly is EMPATHIC? Krishnamurti speaks of being schooled. When one becomes schooled the belts of mental or physical majesty are awarded. Rightfully so,. Is there no majesty in the innocent unknowing empathic? The simpleton empathic that is just that- simple, in the moment fresh from the farm. Thru no routine of meditation, or booked definitions or school mined dictation. Spoon fed from "dad's" experience. A father to his child, thru no religion; but a sacred circle of listening an sharing. Sharing of the sweetest essence, in the purest form of the experience itself. Shared visions in stars, up in the sky & the taste of moment to moment, complete unknowing~ life on universes terms. There's no chair for the farm fed empathic in a schooled arena of black belted mediums an archetypes. At least that's how my fear based self took it for awhile. The "judged" feeling resides in the lower energy realms of the needy ID. This raw Empathic with this clean pineal gland~ that posses an innocent everyday reverent outlook on life, that everyday is a sort of meditation in itself, is the very knowing in all of it;s unknowing ~ with no school book history, this invisible knowledge which already resides with in the hillbilly Empathic. Aquired,accepted knowledge, god given,& dna enriched or Booked,schooled,achieved & challenged? It is purely felt and unimagined, you can't learn that.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018