Yes, this is a photo of me when quite young. I still remember this day, it was that exciting for me. I was convinced that because of this one little sit on the photographers pony I had morphed into some kind of natural horse expert trick rider or something. I just always knew that I belonged on horses after that. I’ve only ridden a few times in my life, still I hold a loving affinity for these beautiful loving creatures.
I am loving playing with photographic images and my paintings coupled with my own thoughts and poetry. Since I have this one image a day assignment which I intend to fulfill, it is apparent that it is a perfect method for me to give myself permission to play. What fun!
So many levels of change happening in my life, always, and I am aware even more of the constant change.
I’m always ready for the blossoming, yet shy away from the pain of the cracking open bud. Springs promise reminds me that only when I welcome the remaining sharp edges does the crispy new invite my participation.
Rising up as golden fire
of spirit explodes in joyousness
Awaken oh joy
sparkle my essence
Birthing new ideas
seeds of understanding
Sprout and raise
spreckle the future
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I lived a good portion of my life up in the high dessert area of the truly northern part of California. Living there, I learned a lot about wells: how they are are much preferred to hauling water by hand from the creek, how to douse for them, how to not try to dig them by hand, and the destruction caused by running a well dry. Most every man-dug well provides only so many gallons per minute.
Depending on my own will power and thought processes, I also produce a limited outcome. However, my personal creativity well seems to operate on a different system when I remember to lean into Spirit or the Muse. In that case, it more closely resembles the blessing of an artesian well. The more I tap into the source the more I fill up.
Lately, I have been focusing a portion of everyday on leaning in. Every workday morning before my husband heads off for work, I pick up a pen and expect a Daily Napkin to be written. I have committed myself to at least 15 minutes of pure joy painting every 24 hours. I always bring a sketch book with me, and take the time to draw over a cup of tea when out and about. This practice is expansive. The more I do, the more urge for creative expression arises. Sometimes I wonder how much joy I can handle.
Golden Fire
