My developing stage of consiousness.
I've got the time for surrender
For blinking colors my soul awakes..
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Thursday, August 29, 2013
In need of healing of my heart!
Wish i was sitting at this camp-fire, in this wonderful meditative state where the fire and the people around it radiate warmth, truth, leaving me feeling inside like a warm bath. Helping me to get back into my core and let it all go.. I am currently feeling like nothing is up to me...just letting it go..leaving it up to the higher powers..
Surrendering to what it is, not to what i want it to become..
Monday, August 26, 2013
I was, and still am, struggling so much with this painting. This is has not began out of one of the shamanic journeys with Pixie Campbell in the course Visual Quest i'm doing. . I started this the same day I took my firts journey. I started it parallel to the one about the journey.
This one is, or was, (i still dont know), supposed to be a gift for someone. Someone I like but have never met in person. I wanted to see if i could paint that persons energy. But the more I work on it the more it seems to be about the journey i took.
It’s so weird how painting has a flow of where it wants to go of its own, and letting that process just be is beautiful. That’s one of the many things about painting I need to learn.
This one is, or was, (i still dont know), supposed to be a gift for someone. Someone I like but have never met in person. I wanted to see if i could paint that persons energy. But the more I work on it the more it seems to be about the journey i took.
It’s so weird how painting has a flow of where it wants to go of its own, and letting that process just be is beautiful. That’s one of the many things about painting I need to learn.
Pixie Campbell’s’ wise words help me a lot in my process of letting me come through in my paintings as opposed to letting my intellect and what i learned in art school come through into my work...
Painting and using ones intuition....
Painting and using ones intuition....
Bring it all out, lay it all on the canvas. This can bring up what sucks or what still hurt, stuff that’s eating at us, what’s bothering us, what’s glugging our pipes, what’s creating resistance. Which obviously not limited to painting. Our discomfort, our anxieties comes up. So you know what your struggles are about. The best therapist we have is to create. To follow that energy into the painting. There is always an opportunity, it’s to look where we can affirm and reassure, the opportunity is to let it be, to let it flow. To practice acceptance, sit with the discomfort., and at the same keep moving through it. Painting is about being brave.. flow at into the emotional waters of yourself.
-Pixie Campbell
These two creatures are probably the only elements i was content with in the older versions of this painting. I dont know what they are, but i like them..
Thursday, August 22, 2013
I been wondering what this word meas for a while now.. Now i keep hearing it more often from all kinds of directions, i figure that it means it has a message for me (and others). This is the explanation that i 'get' and love!
Picture and text from here
Indigenous Is
Indigenous is not a skin color,
Indigenous is not my nose,
...Indigenous is not my lips,
Indigenous is not romanticizing ancient teachings,
To appropriate,
To disseminate,
To cut to pieces,
And abbreviate in a research document,
Indigenous is removing layers of shame from your ancestors trail,
Indigenous is stepping up to the plate,
Healing and creating a new way for future generations,
Indigenous is standing tall,
Indigenous is standing beautifully,
Indigenous is an honor.
-Anishinaabekwe
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Now the woman knew why she kept dreaming of him kissing her. And she felt at peace..
And also she had great faith of the warm healing power of the sun. But the sun would only reach inside her heart if she willingly let the pain break the thick shell around it.
And so she felt strong to face what had to come, while holding their sacred space of togehterness safe in her heart....
Monday, July 22, 2013
In one of the groups on Facebook that I’m in someone raised a very interesting question about love.
The question raised was whether love is something that happens to you or if it is an active choice?
I like the word 'active' being used here :-)
This quote below was posted in that facebook group. I like what it says and believe it’s good to think about where one stands in this: Where i stand in this subject is that i think Love is a commitment. For me it's an irrational process, which i want to make sustainable by consiously commiting, by chosing to be true to the love i feel. For wich i am grateful as it has opened my heart in ways i never thought possible. It's an active choice for me to stay true to my loving open heart...
"For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called “love.” Love is a choice—not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, it moslty is an irrational one, but still it is an inner choice. It's a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity—a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives."
~ Carter Heyward
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~ Carter Heyward
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Monday, July 15, 2013
I feel like I finally get really warmed up by summer J It makes me happy, I really needed that..
Today was THIS kind of day...
Been wondering about what the best answer is to that question is most of my life J
When I came home I found this lovely quote to confirm the answer I gave myself today:
"If you respond with your heart in every moment, you will likely spend a good portion of your life freaked out, anxious, and confused as our hearts point us to our weaknesses, as our hearts seek to cultivate strength and clarity in us, as our hearts can be our hardest teachers, compassionately leading us through our misapprehensions.
But, if you are willing to live through that confusion and pain, the aching of releasing attachments and aversions to ideas, people, things, lifestyles, experiences, then you will lead a life of inner transformation that is so profound that you will begin to glow with confidence, even in the darkest of places. - Alana Miller
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
LOVE THIS SONG
Never coming home.
Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers
There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer
There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number
And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say
And you tell him that you're never coming home
She starts running for the railway station praying that her calculation's right
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night
A place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better
The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her
Now in her imagination she's a million miles away
When too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home
She told him she was never coming home
I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better
I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late
I'm almost done and then I see the letter
In his imagination she's a universe away
Too many of his promises got broken on the way
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say
And she told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home,
She told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life
And she told him she was never coming home
I'm gonna live my life in my own way
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