Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I'm Not Even Kidding
Precious Little Baby Toes
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
How to Be an Artist-Monk
How to Be an Artist-Monk
June 24, 2009 · by Christine
Be. Here. This Moment Now is all there is, don’t go seeking another. Discover the sacred in your artist’s tools, they are the vessels of the altar of your own unfolding. Look at this cup of holy water, washing clean the brushes. See the blank page, awaiting your blessing. Gaze on the colors before you, each one a name of God: Saffron, Cobalt, Azure, Ruby. Say each one slowly and taste its juice in your mouth. Let this be your prayer. Brush them across the page. First the small strokes, then the larger sweeps. Lose track of all time. This too is prayer. Listen for the words that rise up: Awaken. Envision. Sing. Alleluia. Place marks on the page saying I am here. Watch as word and image dance together. Luminous. Illuminated. This is your sacred text. This is where God’s words are spoken, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in shouts. Be there to catch them as they pass over those sacred lips, tumbling so generously into your open arms.
© Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts:Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts
Although this was so beautifully written by Christine Valters Painter, I had to share it here.
Lose track of all time. This too is prayer...Place marks on the page saying I am here.
That's what I do here. I am marking the page and saying I am here.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Feelin' Beachy
...and it was just as lovely there. Clearwater is truly that. You can see the powdery white sand through the water right down to your feet, which never looked as good as they did walking in the water on that beach!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monthly Feature: My Best Friend's Toes
Each month (or thereabouts) I'll be posting pictures of my best friend's toes since she's creative, and there's usually a theme going on. Pretty cool.
I give you July's toes:
The angle would lead you to believe that they are my toes, but they're not. It was night time and there were a lot of shadows and I had to get in her lap. Seriously.
Cat In Motion
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Mt Dora Moon
In my history, so many times I've looked at this very moon with the kind of heartache that sears through your chest and leaves a hole in your back. In those wrenching moments I didn't believe I could possibly live through the night yet so many years later by the small busy little waves near the lighthouse in Mt Dora I stood with my head tilted in the same way, looking at it, feeling sad, knowing that sad is not a way of being, not for me, not anymore, and that I would live through the night. Sad is now a process, a feeling, and time will have its way with that. Tonight this moon will set, the sun will rise in its place. I know today that I have a say in how I live in my destiny. Not what that will look like, but how I will live in it.
And I have that moon to light my way when it gets dark.