I hope your year is off to a great start. I know I've been a bit quiescent here for quite some time. There is sooooo much I have to share with you. Instagram and FB have been convenient means of daily sharing, but I'd really like to dig in deep / re-connect with this space.
Where to begin?
Back in September of 2013 I rode a very inspired whim and put together all of my blog posts and artwork from 2009 - 2013 into a luscious and gorgeous book entitled,
"Hip on Dreams and Oceans:
Navigating the Sea: my Personal Log and Journey."
I woke with a jolt. A sudden fear pounding in my chest: I don't want to lose track of my journey here, all I had poured out, all I had found. Because when I think about it, this process of blogging has completely changed my life. I made one single copy -- just for me. A key piece of EVIDENCE to honor, to hold in my hands, to snuggle belonging-ly between other writer's words on my shelf. My lifelong dreams of book-making suddenly made real. And I realized the importance of doing it just for me. . . this oxygen mask of-sorts.
I ended up encountering this man, who passionately insisted his daughter needed it. I swear he is some sort of earth angel. I told him it needed editing, and was expensive to produce. He insisted, YOU DON'T NEED TO EDIT THIS. MAKE MORE. And paid me $100.
I made myself a promise when this book first arrived, one week before my Big Colorado Adventure: my next book will be even more utterly raw and vulnerable. There is a certain freedom I feel in my private journals, but how much more freeing it will be to step out and share those feelings and experiences. The truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God. At the heart of everything, my biggest passion of all is confessional art and writing. Deep, true, raw expressive. These are the stories I most need to feel and LIVE.
|-quote by Oscar Wilde|
Honesty is fertile ground.
I come from a long line of women who hid their truths, crossed their legs like a lady, and never dared question any of it. Women with extreme anxiety, self-destruction, addiction, borderline this-or-that. Women who take their own lives, in their own beds. I have faced my own dragons and I can say with unmistakable yes -- I came here to break the chain. To die in my own way ever single day -- only to be reborn over and over. To push forward with the cosmic swirl of teachers who came before. To live in the land of UNMISTAKABLE YES and leave this world a better place than I found it.
I believe we're all connected. Mirrors from the same cloth. This ride is incredibly short and precious -- the best spirits to be surrounded with are those who support your highest vision.
Clearing the space. On and on it goes.
Flash back to August of 2013: I started doing Acupuncture. I heard this huge, powerful, unmistakable voice tell me I needed to clear my body, my spirit, my pathways. The earth shook my friends, and I found some amazingly old pools of grief and sorrow resting in places I would never presume. A story for another time, but I just wanted to share -- I have made huge strides in space clearing. I put down a lot of things and just want to say with unmistakable YES -- it was worth it, from the other side, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Keep going.
I am staring outside a big window. . . watching life. . . I have a lot more to share, but the Wild Winds are calling. A lot more work to do. . . a lot more to reveal.
My word of the year is REVEALING.
Next update -- I will share some bold moves + my NEW STUDIO & HOME