Fire in My Bones

Many cold wet days
the winds blow
counter to my thoughts
yet there is the fire
in the center of my hearth
sparking new ideas
warming my bones
burning passion for life
on even the darkest night

Hearken unto the Muse

Many years ago, when I was teaching multiple classes at Lassen College, I had an epiphany one day: it’s all the same. To what “it” was I referring? Simple: all design, all art. Designing a stained glass window requires many of the same skills that piecing a quilt does. Putting together today’s outfit, decorating the living room or laying out an ad each bear many commonalities of skill with the other.

I taught glass design and life drawing at that college for years. Many of my students were women with family. Those that had sewn were quite familiar with patterns and fitting. They caught onto the process of fitting the glass pieces together quite readily.

Those that had juggled dinner, soccer games and crying babies had the skillset required to focus on the line of the model no matter what distractions arose. (Note: A high level meditative process – Sit at the piano with a “musically inclined” child on either side, dogs, cats, and other children running through the house, and hear only the notes you are playing while keeping attentive to any indication of emergency).

How does one go about learning a new art form? Hearken unto the muse. Allow the inspiration to flow through, and build your skills doing anything creative. Often, life may not immediately provide you the opportunity to spend hours painting masterpieces. It is important to realize, I think, that all is not lost if such is the case. The creative urge and flow is accessible through sometimes most unusual media.

I remember in graduate art school, where the lofty intellect was given full rein, that there was a big deal made about not selling your art short or diluting your creative flow by transferring your attentions to some “lesser” activity. It is my contention that rather the opposite can be true. If I bring my full attention to the moment while I am creating compost, and open to inspiration as I do it, I find that it increases my state of artistic grace instead of diminishing it.

Brand Me Successful

I decided to improve my brand. Me, Dena McKitrick: not one of my businesses, but me, the individual.

Recently, I have been thinking about who I am on the inside vs. how I appear on the outside, with the focus on congruency. Am I congruent with myself in appearance and deed? What experience of me do others have? And even more important, does that experience reflect who I truly am? I’ve worked a lot of years to be more in integrity with myself and others. Is that apparent to the world. That is part of my brand.

It’s not all just about a visual image. I mean, yeah, we all recognise the famous logos of the world, and that is part of their brand, but it is not anywhere near all of it. It includes things like how they treat their customers, how quick they respond to a call for help, and what they do with their profits.

So, how does that translate to me, the individual? Simple really. I am looking at things like how I treat those around me, how quickly I jump in and volunteer to help at a meeting, and whether or not I “put my money where my mouth is.” It’s not that I haven’t looked at those things before. I have – lots.

Lately, though, I seem to have come upon a deeper level of self-reflection, which is aimed at being as aligned as humanly possible with who I have been guided to be and do, and to shine that person into the world with clarity. That’s the brand I wish to present: the best me possible.