Category Archives: Art Every Day Month
November, and I’ve dedicated myself to movement, art and meditation. This intent has brought me great blessings. Today three eagles flew over head talking to each other as they rode the wind. I hiked the Olympic Trail in Al Quaal Recreation area with my camera and with my MagicMan, Mike.
Earlier on Saturday I had taken a workshop that went over Donna Eden’s Energy Medicine techniques. The class was with Jennifer Silverston of Marquette and the class was held at the Marquette Arts and Cultural Center.
This week, as I create movement and new energy patterns in my life, I will be doing Yoga, QiGong, Energy medicine techniques and clearing more clutter from my home. I will also be working at the Zero Degrees Artist Gallery on Friday November 11th from 5-8pm and Saturday from 9-12pm. If you are local to the Marquette area I hope you will come in to the gallery to chat.
I’m looking forward to the coming week. I hope yours promises much healing and fulfillment, too!
When you travel far from yourself, what brings you home? How do you keep your living authentic? And when you journey away from your soul how do you step back and regroup?
I’ve been working at moving back toward myself.
Yoga brings me to the now and I root myself to the earth and breathe. I become aware of the sensations in my body, where I am holding tension and fear. Here I can coax myself to let go.
Sometimes our gaze on the world can be rushed, skewed, fractured, but we must still ourselves to look.
There is always hope between light and shadow. Or as yoga teaches us in that small pause of breathe between inhale and exhale.
I’ve been bored with my gluten-free diet and all the best laid plans of trying something new were subverted by working a 3pm-11pm work shift. I kept things predictable and easy. But today, I had Tuesday off work and I wanted adventure!
This was my first attempt at gluten-free pizza. It was made easier by the fact I recently re-introduced eggs and dairy to my diet.
This pizza had less than an hour prep and cooking time. I used the Gluten-Free Bisquick Pizza Recipe on the box with organic Canola Oil and local eggs. I topped the pizza with Muir Glen tomato paste, Applegate Natural Pepperoni, and diced red pepper and onions. After some research on my checkbook balance, and mainstream grocery shredded cheeses, I decided on Kraft Mozzarella.
Normally I am a little more of a non-GMO, natural foodie. But a recent dent or two to my budget has me making compromises.
I have to say both Mike and I were happy with this pizza. The crust was light and crisp. It did not fall apart and the taste was good. I would use more sauce in the future.
Next Pizza attempt I want to use a dough that is more whole grain and promise something my co-op friends might enjoy!
30 days Hath November!
Today the golden light played off the willow trees along Highway 41 near Grove Street. The slate sky over the lake, bits of sun dancing like leaves in a brisk wind. I was shopping for the ingredients for my first ever gluten-free pizza.
I tell people living this lifestyle is hard–but I’ve decided to make it artful, creative, and discover new ways of looking at my life. Out with the hard! In with the Play and Discovery!
I am learning to live in the pink! Pink used to be the color of “days off” in my planner. I would carefully highlight the “off” in pink. Pink is time to be me. Relax. My main job is blue. Sub-teaching green–for x-tra green in my pocket. Now time focused on my biz, photos, writing is yellow. Yellow is JOY! Pink, is still the goal. Pinks keep me light and open.
My current top-selling photo at Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative is “Blue Web”. I sing with joy every time I sell this photo of a dead fly! It’s a moody piece yet I feel it speaks of hope and offers promise.
This photo is also available at my Etsy Store.
I have been selling my photography and working as a participating artist at Zero Degrees Artist Cooperative located at 525 North Third Street, Marquette, Michigan. I am living the dream. The dream has just begun.
More photography appears at our Zero Degrees Facebook Page .
What is your home? Is it a shelter made of wood or brick? Or is it more than a shelter. Is it the people in the shelter you share the space with? Or is it a sense of you, a self that is comfortable enough to let others come close and share in moments.
And are you comfortable enough with self to allow others to share with you? Can you breathe air with another and not feel stifled or suppressed?
At work do you feel suppressed or are you strong enough in the stance of your being to be rooted and unshaken?
I want more strong days. I am thinking of my core like xylem and phloem in a tree. I want sap to flow strong from root to leaf.
My dogwood just beyond the deck has found itself. The many colors of its being radiate in all weather. The snows will come and blanket the street where the crow calls me in the morning. The dogwood will watch how I listen. Witness the days unfolding.
My writings which came in two sessions today. I was s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g myself today. And guess what! There was enough of me to go around.
Session 1 excerpts:
A pink geranium reminded me that with the season changing this momentum could spur my own growth and survival. Devil’s night I was bringing flowerpots from the front yard back to the shed and a pink geranium was about to bloom. I thought I will help you survive “little pink” and took the pot inside.
This pink geranium then spurred me to rearrange the whole healing-art studio upstairs. I now see this as a three-day arrangement complete with dust balls the size of guinea pigs. But the process will reach into winter.
Last night, as I drove home from the 3-11 shift at the group home the Wells Fargo Bank sign reported 32 degrees. The windows of my car had already started to frost. Mike reports he must finish fixing the snow blower, because snow is predicted for later this week. Heavy, wet,-first snow the kind you rather wait out in your home until the next warm day.
I woke to the golden glow casting itself through the living room and past the red orange dogwood. The cat is snoring next to me on the couch and I can hear crows outside.
Session 2 excerpts:
I think of the hostas in the garden that are decaying with each frost. I hear predictions of snow. I think of things I need to lay to rest over the coming days.
They tell me how to fly. I fly. I photo. I clip and even sew. I look forward to this new endeavor.
I see new friends. I channel. I swim with the fishes.
Orange fish. Blue fish. Green fish. Two fish. Or the tiny fish swimming in the channel, today. Squirming in shallow water and travelling too quick for my camera. Away to new shelter.
Foot paths. Bridges. The suspension bridge at Song Bird. River sitting. Soup.
I must make soup and roast squash and bake goodness and share with many.
Abundance and making things happen. All around me have been signs of an abundant life and sometimes I am lucky enough to take notice. Like yesterday when discovered the grapes withering on yellow grape vines in my own backyard. At first, my mind went straight to how we had wasted an opportunity. Then I looked for that unseen benefit and the birds jumping around the yard and I thought my little tweeting friends were happy due to the abundance in our yard. These grapes would keep songbirds happy and well-nourished. And the textures and color opened my eyes, brought me to a pause and centered me.
River sitting, a new pastime. Saturday I attended the Farmer’s Market and bought potato soup from Dancing Crane Cafe. I took my tiny carton of soup out to the woods at Songbird trail and sat in a third world crouch, back up against a tree, camera slung over my shoulder, sipping soup and watching water flow. I could hear the roar of the waves at the delta. Lake Superior was a force. She was making herself hear. But I took refuge under pine. Wintergreen with red berries hinted of winter. It was Devil’s Night. Michael’s Birthday. I was coming to terms with working a weekend, working the 3pm to 11pm shift, missing Michael’s Birthday, missing Halloween and my Grandson, missing Mike.
I looked at my refection in the water and I thought it is a good time for change, my body is healing from Celiac, and I now have the strength to move forward. The sky is not always blue like on this Monday morning where I write from the sofa in my living room. Some days are gray and raining drops fall on the river. But we have soup. We can create and choose inner warmth and we can still appreciate the day. These are the steps I am taking. This is the courage to change.