A Night of Lights

A Night of Lights

With the whole world breathing,

Community

Compassion and

Hope

A Season of Color

With community leaning into

Celebration

Kindness and

Generosity

A time of celebration

With others joining in

Gratitude 

Friendship and

Light 

A heart full of gratitude

With a space full of

Presence

Joy and

Reverence 

The moment has arrived

It is time

To celebrate 

To release 

To expand

And be well ❤️

The Space Between

Breathing the Sky; Lucy Clark

What will you do when the world goes to seed?
When all of your hopes and dreams have been nudged into reality; when all of your fears are finally laid to rest.


Will you dwell within the confines of this world or will you be elevated to the space between?
The space between your breath and your heart;
To the moment inserted where the before and after dance;
To the place where the pause is more urgent than the forging.

I can look back on my life and know that I have not honored this most sacred of places. I have allowed the “what’s next” drug of choice to encapsulate my well traveled bones and push me swiftly to run past my accomplishments and head long toward another goal, another challenge, another learning curve.

As a creator, I soulfully know that “a creator must create.” But what if, as a collective, we shifted our perspective on what that actually means. What if creating space meant that we saw it as our angelic obligation to allow ourselves to breathe between the finish line of one race and the start of another. What if we imagined a flow of still points that encompassed our lives as much as our ladders of success. What if, my lovely ones, we took it within ourselves as a form of our highest good to believe that everyone is doing the very best they can and that the “very best” shifts moment to moment and from inhale to exhale.

With suspicion running rampant like a tornado across Kansas, there needs to be a time where all goes quiet. A place where a breath can simply be a breath; a step forward is a loving act of kindness and judgment is left behind in the trash barrel of things no longer required.

I simply must believe that this world exists. For without it, we are doomed to frolic in our co-misery of this life and relegate light, breath and space to the confines of illusion.

Be kind. Think the best of those around you and when you look in the mirror and see the person shining back at you, tell them once and then again toward eternity……

I see you, I believe in you and I fucking adore you ❤️

Isolated Beauty


As the social distancing extends we have collectively become afraid to touch. Our ease has become dis-ease. We are wary, weary and lonely, and all the while longing for the intimacy we once took for granted. While we walk down the street, either donned in masks or naked of face, we move away from one another, creating another barrier to connection and closeness. Worried that someone will breathe on us; concerned that we will take “it” home to someone we love; anxious for freedom within a fearful dome of protective garb.
The “now” of physical distance must be replaced with the intentional, heart felt outreach to touch another with love, kindness and attention. BE the Light when someone looks at you; BE the Love you wish to embrace; BE the compassionate person you know lives within your soul. Let this be the time where the obstacles that are there to pull us apart create the opportunity to create a new type of community. One in which we can acknowledge the love we have for one another through our thoughts and actions no matter the distance of our bodies ❤️

A Helping of Humble Pie

I am the youngest of 5 children in my family. Growing up, I withstood a colossal crap load of being picked on and picked apart by my older siblings.  Some of it I whole heartedly deserved, some it was just for fun and  some of it was meant to push my buttons and leave me bleeding.  Now, I’m not throwing blame at any of my siblings; this kind of behavior goes on with kids growing up.  It just does. We invariably think we need to sharpen our teeth on our loved ones to get ready for the big, bad world…….or just have some fun at another’s expense to make ourselves feel better.  Both of these are bad for the Love and Creativity business.

Once a person finds what makes them sing from their true essence, the need to poke fun or otherwise harm another quickly evaporates.  Being in the flow of creating has always left me with wanting more of that.  You know, that touched by God and the universe sort of feeling that just keeps getting sweeter the more it shows up. 

Speaking from a recent experience where I was once again on the receiving end of a “good natured” poking, I have to say that I had forgotten just how much it hurts.  I was flying high after two big “art” events in my life.  One which took me months to complete.  That is when we are the most vulnerable, when we are wide open with emotion…..and ripe for the picking.  Whatever the intention was from the other person is their business but finding it necessary to humble someone at the height of their joy is pretty revealing.  There is a lesson here for me……..

1.  Realize that when someone is “putting me in my place”, it speaks more about their need to feel better about themselves then it does about me. I can look back in my own life and know that whenever I have been a part of poking fun at another there was a place in me that was feeling “not good enough”.

2.  If someone feels a need to put someone down or humble them, “for their own good”, I can assure you, it’s never good for the recipient.  There’s a road to hell paved with good intentions.

3.  Create distance from anyone who would want or need to inflict harm.  Whether they are aware of the harm they are inflicting does not give them permission to do it.  It’s ultimately my choice whether I continue to subject myself to their brand of humor.

4.  Forgive…….and move on.  If I choose to hold onto this, it just gets in the way of creating something new and beautiful and prevents me from that sweet spot of life that I so love to be a part of.

5.  Speak with kindness and treat everyone with the lightness that you would want to receive.

There is plenty of darkness and hurt in this world.  If you love someone, lift them up.  Celebrate them. Applaude the fact that they exist in this world.  You might be surprised that, in turn, you will receive the beauty of your efforts back into your own life.

Kindness and Compassion Prevail

I was presenting my art at an art show this weekend.  Though the first day was rainy and cold, I had 3 of my ceramic works find their way into their forever homes.  I went home feeling tired but satisfied.

Sunday started out as a lovely day – the weather cleared and it promised to be a busy day. Then, I realized that my most expensive piece called Floating Lotus had been stolen.  This had never happened to me before and I was in a state of shock.  I didn’t notice it while setting up.  I filed a police report and worked on going about the day the best I could.

The day was winding down and all of the artists were getting ready to pack up.  What happened next is on every artists “worst nightmare” list. One of the artists was backing up his truck and trailer when he hit my booth.  The frame of my tent was bent and 4 of my pieces were destroyed.  I found myself screaming and on my knees.  In that moment, I felt utterly frozen and helpless.  A set of emotions I very rarely experience.  All of a sudden, almost out of nowhere, the artists surrounding me yesterday came to my rescue.  While I was incapacitated, they, along with my husband, went about securing my tent and what was left of my work.  These people, who hardly knew me, stopped what they were doing to lend a hand.

Whenever I am at odds with the rawness and rudeness of humanity, I will remember this moment.  Not for the artist who hit my tent, felt no real remorse and will probably never reimburse me for my work, but for the beauty and the giving of these fellow artists that gave of their time to help and comfort me when I needed it the most.

While, I know, I was not physically hurt, I still feel a great sense of loss.  In time, this too shall pass.  I will set about creating again and let it be a positive motivating force to push my creations to the next level.

Kindness and compassion will always prevail.Image