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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Family




Our holidays in NC were absolutely magical. Beginning with the drive around the rock slide at the TN/NC border. Scenery of my childhood flickering in and out. Long, cold mountain roads dominating the presence. My mom's surprisal of our arrival. My grandchildren leaping into our arms. Beauty found in my great nephews in their curiosity and laughter and astonishment in this world. Memories of my eldest son playing basketball as we sat in the same gym where he played - where my son now coaches his son. Bonding of my sister and I as gifts are exchanged. Love shining between my mom and her boyfriend as we visited him in the nursing home. Warmth of family ~ been a long time even though it is always felt at a distance, the actual hugging and touching somehow radiates deeper than one can imagine.

Now we are home again filled with continuation of love.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Documentary

"Frozen Fog" 18" x 24" Acrylic with ink on stretched linen


I just watched a very good documentary - Julia Sweeney - "Letting Go of God". Mind opening. It is fun to watch someone else who has gone down the same path as you, yet, goes beyond.

Finally, years later, I am understanding most of Dan's teachings! This "love" I was feeling was merely a "godly love". I am not "in love" with anyone at the present moment. "Love is essential, yet so is freedom." ... quoting Dan.

I did not give my painting a name last night after painting it. This morning when I got up, turned on stereo and the d.j. said it was a "freezing fog" outside. So, I thought, "what the hell is a freezing fog?" and then wrote "Frozen Fog" on the back of my painting.

Later, I checked my emails and read my "DailyOM". It was titled "Fog". Then I read a very long page regarding "being in a fog and finding your way out". I laughed. The computer had misinterpreted my "Frozen Fog". A computer playing psychological mind games. No more "DailyOM" for me.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Married with children...


... happens upon my life. We mate. Now what? Confusion between spiritual and sexual love. But, what if what we made was exactly that. A spiritual and sexual love???? So, here it is. Love him or leave him. Commitment to love is exactly that. Love is both ~ spiritually and sexually. Express it.

...Now, I am moving on.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Prejudice


From: dan
Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2006

""I love you" spoken toward me, is no more and no less than it would be if you sat yourself down in front of a mirror and spoke to the image "I love you." I have no idea whether that would be a positive action to take or not.
Until you can decide things for yourself, and take responsibility for what you decide, and stick with some direction, any direction, you're going to be floundering around in limbo just like the majority of human beings. So what? Perhaps that's all there is.
Big deal that your boob was sucked on by a "black" woman. Ask yourself the real questions: Are you racist? If the woman is merely a representation of your "dark side" why did you dress her up as a "black" woman. Have you ever loved a black woman, really? If not, why not? How do you know that it wouldn't be the real love? Is that why she's a black woman, so that it will remain impossible? Do you even know a black woman? If not, why not? And is the real reason you'd rather cuddle up with the internet fantasy person exactly because its safely in the fantasy world where consequences are merely other parts of the fantasy?
Dreams, it has been said, are symbolic manifestations of either what we wish would happen, or what we feel should happen. If this is true then they present priceless insight into who we really could be. But the problem is that you have to be ready and willing to receive an insight. No one learns who isn't willing to learn. Its possible, I've heard, to train enslaved or unaware beings...that's a project that I have no interest in participating in, so I wouldn't really know. Learning begins with curiousity and humility.
My experience with your emails (and I should stress that this is just how I perceive them...I have nothing else to go on.) is that you construct elaborate plots to get something that you have decided you want/deserve(love) and then turn nasty (with an oh so cleverly displaced "F#$% you." oh dear.) when the planned for result is not forthcoming. The conflation of sex and love (which may be both inevitable and natural) means that it is easy to always stay in power, as in: Oh its not just pure abstract love I want, I actually want to touch something. And if that's not the route to power, then: It's not sex that I want. I'm not THAT sort of person. What I really want is just pure abstract love.
And the same sex dream could have been predicted....just a few emails back you said you just couldn't "get" same sex love. Well now you got it. Be careful what you wish for.
My thought then was, hey...I never asked anyone to get Black Jack Davy. (I don't "get" love between women, because I'm not one, but I am happy for them, and I think its beautiful.) As to Black Jack, I painted it. Find what you find in it. I happen to love men and just couldn't care less whether that appeals to anyone else but the man who is interested in me. The painting is beautiful. I did my job. That's the best a painting can be. I don't have an aversion to women, just no attraction, and I think I went way beyond the call of duty in my younger years to find that out. What I discovered was that it was "ok." I'm not interested in "ok." I'm not a desperate person.
The woman who most turned me on, a dancer and an artist, did so not because of her "boobs" or whatever, but because of her sheer power, a will to make art that pushed her beyond being experienced as a gender. She is a great artist and I admire that. We did a tango, just for ourselves, not part of our work, and that meant more to me than any merely sexual experiment could.
I'm speaking from experience. I gave it a chance and found out the truth. Will you?
Somewhere on this earth there's a beautiful woman of color, as they say, who herself prefers to love other women. (I've known one such, a radiant spiritual friend who introduced me to some great music, with whom I've spent some memorably happy times.) OH LUCKY YOU if in fact you would be able to enjoy the loving attentions of such a one. Prejudice. Ugh.
I've struggled against the kind of prejudices that you give voice to all my life and I will die, if need be, in that struggle."

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Awakened Wild Woman


9" x 12" Acrylic with ink on Canvas



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Friday, December 4, 2009

Silly


Interesting. Someone hacked off my mailbox....

My ex came Sunday to my home to pick up our son in order to spend some alone time with him before Anthony flew back to Steamboat. When he arrived, Anthony was in the shower. My ex just sat out in his truck in front of the house. I did not want to go out there, so, instead, I called his cell phone and left a message saying Anthony was in the shower and he'd be out in a minute. He left and when Anthony got out of shower, Anthony called him and he came back. 3 1/2 hours later, he brought Anthony back home. 30 minutes later while me and Anthony were watching t.v. together, I get a message on my cell phone. It was a 2 minute message from his stepmom totally bashing me. What I really found interesting though was when she said, "I've even got Bob Douglas on my side. I call him every night and talk to him before I go to bed - on the sneak - nobody knows".

Bob Douglas was my ex's former supervisor. My ex accused me of having an affair with Bob. Bob left town and my ex got his job.

Love

Questioned and quizzed
do you have your answers
Questioned and quizzed
did it make you smile
Questioned and quizzed
let's rest for awhile
Bring in the sunlight
as the moon shines above
What exactly is
this thing called love

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Borne Innocent



Alot of stuff has been going on in my life and in the lives of my loved ones. When I think about it, I just kinda deal with it and go with the flow. The older I get, the more I know that society is what tries to define us. Going back to being born, I was innocent, a newborn baby with no knowledge except for basic needs. I need to be fed, I need to be changed, basic needs. Then the world of thought enters my head. Who am I except for these thoughts? Soooo, change the way you are thinking. I had this same conversation with Dan many years ago. Something like, if you don't like what you are feeling, then change the way you are thinking. Right now, I see thoughts as boomerangs, bouncing off others to only come back to me. So, it makes sense, the only thing I can do is change my thoughts. Or perhaps, an easier way to put it, don't think, just be. I have seen lately so many thoughts taking shape. I sit back and ponder, is it because of me? It's like watching a movie, seeing before me something and dotting the lines. Thoughts? Let it flow, let it go. Being human is an experience I perceive through being me. Being spiritual is not exactly being spiritual, not about some far off "god" taking care of me, to me, it's about being natural without others thoughts interfering. Including my own.

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