i am a conduit for the Divine

As summer chugs ever forward I remind myself daily that I am but a tool in the hands of the Goddess. These days I'm working hard (or playing hard...same diff) at developing a new Creative Soul Program involving my Lefty cards; all drawn with my non dominant left hand.  I am walking the talk as I do the program myself to make sure it works and works well, so that when I share it with all of you, it will be perfect and exactly what YOU need for your own growth and development. This work is accentuated by the spiritual growth work I'm doing such as the classes and mentorships I'm undertaking with Francesca De Grandis (Faerie Shamanism) and Marisa Anne (Creative Thursday). I'm also studying the books of Paul Selig and am finishing up a 40 Day Prosperity Program.

I hope that your own summer/winter is equally productive and just to let you know, we're all in line for a major boost astrologically from Jupiter, the planet of expansion, which has just entered the sign of Leo.

Sparkly Blessings!

The God of Poets Has Two Hands

My mom calls this one sinister, my best friend, Jen calls it 'almost holy' but whatever happened during the process of creation, I can't really say, it felt channeled and it felt like having my good friend, Tangerine of Revolution Truth visit while I painted helped make it what it is. Astrologically, both my progressed moon and sun are in Scorpio; it's time to cut the bullshit, no? Sinister or holy, what do you think? The Poet Has Come Back (by Margaret Atwood)

The poet has come back to being a poet after decades of being virtuous instead.

Can’t you be both? No. Not in public.

You could, once, back when God was still thundering vengeance

and liked the scent of blood, and hadn’t got around to slippery forgiveness.

Then you could scatter incense and praise, and wear your snake necklace,

and hymn the crushed skulls of your enemies to a pious chorus.

No deferential smiling, no baking of cookies, no I’m a nice person really.

Welcome back, my dear. Time to resume our vigil,

time to unlock the cellar door, time to remind ourselves

that the god of poets has two hands: the dexterous, the sinister.

Deus

Deus - acrylic and charcoal on masonite - 48" x 48"

As I sit in my studio I wind it down, morphing into 'Artist's Time' which requires no clock.

I listen to the birds flying and my dog breathing, as everything flows in and out of my body and I let my worries... a snake! Suddenly a large snake appears outside my open door and I am afraid! What if it's a rattlesnake?! It isn't. I take this Rosy Boa as a sign that I am going deeper today and that I am on track, alive in my veins.

I ask myself, "What is your purpose here on earth?"

And then I paint.

Laguna Beach ~ Flowers

It's all coming together now ~ life, work, art.

Deus (definition) - n. God. [Middle English, from Latin.]

Musical Ambiance: Erasure & Bjork.