Invitation to the Edge

Are you brave enough to stand at the very edge
Peeking over into the void of all that there is
Into the potential of yourself
Where your edges come to play?
This is the place of passion
And the place of pain
Rest here a while as there is work to do.
The work of unwinding the heart and its vessels
The mind and its thoughts
The body and its stresses
It is time to unwind here at the edge
Pour the wine, there is food and great company
For we are a tribe of seekers
Looking for that place in our Being
That says Yes! This is where I need to be.
I offer you an invitation to rest here
At the edge of the universe
And sip wine and catch the ball
Of Red Thread when it comes your way.

Acrylic on canvas 48″x36″ (1220×920)

Invitation to the Edge

Weaver of Hearts

Weaver of Hearts of the Dragon-Hearted Tribe

She who is the weaver balanced on the edge
Pulls each thread tight as it passes under and over
Under and over again without tangling or leaving snarls
She wraps the thread of Being in and out
of the line dividing darkness and light.

Balanced like a tight rope walker above the abyss
Of the endless void with its sparkling darkness
And the crucible of bright heat of a molten sun
Warming the bright blue fabric rippling beneath
The veil of the universe.

She who gazes with compassion at the colourful threads
Her fingers flying to gather the breath of the dragon
Weaving, over and under, the ethereal magic into the hearts
Of the brave that waver on the edge of the wide universe
Waiting and open to her ministrations.

She who is the Weaver of Hearts casts about to
Gather those souls broken perfectly open
The spirit soaring through the darkness
Keening in anguish, broken threads trailing
There is strength to mend with her flying fingers.

When She who is the weaver of hearts hears that brave call of the soul
Taking more of the dragon’s breath she threads her needle
Aiming at the rift with quick stitches making intricate patterns
Tenderly pulling the edges of the gaping wound closed
Allowing the heart to back gracefully off the edge between darkness and light

She who gathers the shadows as she weaves
Picking them carefully from the lips of the wound
Tenderly sitting each pool of tears on the rim
Ushering them after the mended heart, creating a cushion to cradle
The heart that birthed it against the next rending of the fabric of Being.

She who is the Weaver of Hearts of the Dragon Hearted
Invites those who are not afraid of teetering on the brink
To embrace their brokenness and allow the light to shine
Through the weaving that will hold it together
While never quite closing the gap of lessons learned.

Then she settles,
to watch and wait,
for your next visit
To the edge of the Universe.

Weaver of Hearts

Array

She says: Array is on display. I am cloaked with the web of life of all Beings, seen and unseen. Trust that the strands may break sometimes and then be woven back into being by your Beloveds and the Creatrix of Life. This is a great adventure, holding space, being active, creating, heart held in a cloak of knowing, of gentleness. WE are on display, come, take my hand, be a part of the Array.

Acrylic on wood panel. 24″ x 48″

Array

Moon Talker, Earth Walker

Quest – Become – Embody – Invent


Creating give a choice in how we react and respond to whatever is happening in the world. As an active participant in the creation of this world and how we desire to live in it.

As we awaken to the need to shape our future we understand there is a transition in stepping through the next portal and re-choosing life

Part of the quest to choosing a future is to retrieve lost parts. For some, like myself there is a tendency to smother the lost parts in a shame that belongs elsewhere. Letting go and allowing rejection that was cruel, being used, not respected, not treasured is the part of the path to being able to re-choose a different way of being. If we can leave the stories that define us behind, what then remains in front of us to walk into?


She says: “I am rooted in abundance and reaching for the stars. I am your sadness and your joy. I am your courage and your fear. We are together and loneliness is a state of mind. You do not listen well when you are stuck in this limbo of depression.
Mess is as mess does, so we shall just accept our limitations and keep forging forward. It is OK that we do not look like, act like, work like others.

The tree of life is rooted in the creation of the beginning of this earth and reaches for the stars, for the moon that breathes me. She pulls in the tides, heralds the seasons and brings the other side of light to life in the darkness. We are grounded and we know how to gaze at the moon and stars. We are of the cosmos, having an earth experience in this lifetime.

If we all embrace our strength and walk forward with authenticity, boldness, unafraid of the voices that try to pull behind, then we walk with freedom, healthful and strong under the gaze of the Devine.

Acrylic on 9mm ply panel. 24″ x 48″ (61x122cm)

Moon Talker – Earth Walker

Awen

Held by the fore-mothers. Relax into the cradle of their being, the cradle of the universe. Listen, learn, we are connected to all things.

Access is through lines of ancestors holding you and your spirit body. The energy field extends out beyond. Is there willingness to walk an authentic path? She is stretched into the universal web behind us, plugging into the energy both above and below in the matrix of all Beings, the conduit for transmission. Access is through being conscious of being plugged into the Divine Source.

The grandmothers bring the bowl of inspiration that you may drink deeply of their wisdom, knowledge and magical gifts. The three drops of inspiration show on our face. Remember the path, remember the journey, here is the bowl – drink

Acrylic on canvas. 40″ x 30″ (75x100cm)

Awen – Three Drops of Inspiration

She Who is the Weaver of Hearts

Weaver of Hearts

She who is the weaver balanced on the edge
Pulls each thread tight as it passes under and over
Under and over again without tangling or leaving snarls
As she wraps the thread of Being in and out of the line
Dividing darkness and light.

Balanced like a tight rope walker above the abyss
Of the endless void with its sparkling darkness
And the bright heat of molten suns crucible
Warming the bright blue fabric rippling beneath
The veil of the universe.

She who gazes with compassion at the colourful threads
Her fingers flying to gather the breath of the dragon
Weaving, over and under, the ethereal magic into the hearts
Of the brave that waver on the edge of the wide mouth
Waiting and open to her ministrations.

She who is the Weaver of Hearts casts about
Gathering those souls broken perfectly open
While the spirit still soars above the darkness
Keening its anguish,
There is strength to mend and mend she will.

When She who is the weaver of hearts hears that brave call of the soul
Taking more of the dragon’s breath she threads her needle
Aiming at the rift with quick stitches making intricate patterns
Tenderly pulling the edges of the gaping wound close
Then allowing the heart to back gracefully off the edge between darkness and light

She who gathers the shadows as she weaves
Picking them carefully from the lips of the wound
Tenderly sitting each pool of tears on the rim
Ushering them after the mended heart, creating a cushion to cradle
The heart that birthed it against the next rending of the fabric of Being.

She who is the Weaver of Hearts of the Dragon Hearted
Invites those who are not afraid of teetering on the brink
To embrace their brokenness and allow the light to shine
Through the weaving that will hold it together
While never quite closing the gap of lessons learned.

Then she settles,
to watch and wait,
for your next visit
To the edge of the Universe.

Weaver of Hearts of the Dragon Hearted Tribe

My Legendary Self

The first creative project of my CoW teacher training.  She, who is Brave of Heart has a never-ending story to tell. Of hope and dreams, laughter and tears, love and commitment. She who does not need frills and embellishment, just honesty, truth and a path that aims toward the light. A desire to walk in step with my own tribe. Those who come and match their step to mine. Breathe deeply, courage is simply fear that has said its prayers.  Courage is attained by first being vulnerable, putting yourself out there. So I did

Brave-of-Heart

 

Colour of Women 2019

A great adventure! In 2019 I took a journey in paint to train as a teacher of the Colour of Women method of creativity with Shiloh Sophia McLoud.

Bringing intention, thought, prayer and fear to a canvas as a way to work through, dream into being, access new ways of thinking and being. My art page holds the images and stories of this year – and tried not to take on anything else as is my habit to do too much at once. I had no training in technique so had to learn along the way, which is a good thing because when teaching others it is good for them to see I am not full of talent and ego, that I am just like them with a desire to let my sub conscious and conscious have a party on the paper or canvas and hopefully work some stuff out.

Now a Colour of Woman Teacher in NZ. I will be designing and teaching workshops to women who are brave enough to listen to their hearts and say ‘I Can.’

Insight

When asked to consider how my brain functions, the left and right hemispheres, the flow and the structure and how they work together, the resistance to structure was quick fierce. It was a struggle to finally understand that without structure there can be no flow. Like the riverbanks guide the river, the frame contains the creation and the tube contains the paint, so creativity needs a container to flourish in.

Insight 11-18

Life moves on

Having spent time living in a caravan, scratching a living in elder-care and taking a trip around the world to take a walk across Spain, I have finally found a wee house and am in the process of settling down once more. Putting the past where it belongs, it is time to look to the future and find my way back to myself. Somehow with all the life events of the past five years I have lost my way on my path, allowing the upsets, grief and losses to push me around like a piece of driftwood flowing with the current of the river.

So this year, 2019, is the year I delve back into life, into creativity and into creating a way forward. Colour of Women 2019 is my focus for now, calling me to the canvas to grow through anything that holds me back and allow my artist self free reign. A big learning curve indeed.