Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Goodnight, I love you


Love You Love You Love You again
and if hearts be tired-
Love you Forever times Ten.

When hummingbirds go to bed at night they slow down their heart rate and lower their body temperature. This reduces hummer's metabolic rate- otherwise she could starve to death in the middle of the night. The mini hibernation is a state called torpor. From a biological perspective, it's a great thrifty idea. Mice and little squirrels do it too. From a Merriam-Webster perspective it's a state of mental and motor inactivity with partial or total insensibility : extreme sluggishness or stagnation of function.

So moon and little hummingbird are smiling with each other. Love beyond performance and perspective, amen.

Shipped this out today- it's for a little one about to be born.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Polar Bear

Here’s the new polar bear painting:



Am reading the book Eye of Spirit by Ken Wilber. Mike Cohen has been teaching me new stuff lately and suggested the book especially for its chapters on art. And hey- Vincent Van Gogh’s words sound a lot like Mother Teresa’s!

Two quotes:

One from Emerson via Ken:

“These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time for them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.”


And Ken on Integral Art:

“That all-pervading Beauty is not an exercise in creative imagination. It is the actual structure of the universe. That all-pervading Beauty is in truth the very nature of the Kosmos right now. It is not something you have to imagine, because it is the actual structure of perception in all domains. If you remain in the eye of Spirit, every object is an object of radiant Beauty. If the doors of perception are cleansed, the entire Kosmos is your lost and found Beloved, the Original Face of primordial Beauty, forever, and forever, and endlessly forever. And in the face of that stunning Beauty, you will completely swoon into your own death, never to be seen from or heard again, except on those tender nights when the wind gently blows through the hills and the mountains, quietly calling your name.”

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

11.13.10


The Show! The show was grand. Sarah said, "It's cool, you know, how it's a creative experience where everybody participates sharing their skills." A co-created event! The kirtan was a heartslam. Katie flew up from South Carolina and made sweet potato soup. Dad, Susan, and Kaitlyn flew up from Florida and trimmed evergreens and lit candles and fires. Chrysanthie was a yurt angel and also decorated the entire house, Steve ran the whole place, Roger screened a new film, Roger showed his rainbow water colors, Sarah brought bushels of food she grew, Olivia made dressings of plants, Doug did the sound like a pro (cause he is), Scott built and built, Christina fed us, Deborah breathed us and twinkle lit, Tammy made ginger tea and little bows, Jason held some space and baked seeds, Sara decorated signs and necklaces, Heather photographed, Diane made Belgium chocolates trala la la.

Our time is rolling in. I smell the pines singing.

What were we waiting for? For some of us to catch up? To what? We're all here.

We grow wide as the breath of the sea.
We grow deep as the vein of gold into the heart of the earth.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Lovey Bird!

Here's my new painting! I don't quite know what to call it yet but for now it'll be Lovey Bird. Maybe it could be "Into the Great Wide Open!" hmm.... I'm not sure yet.

There' a water drop back there and a Lady Dew Angel, and then she turns into the cherry blossoms.
This is Chippie and he's holding a bubble wand with ribbons.

Before I started this painting I had a dream. Wanna hear it? I hope not. It's absurd. But o well, sometimes it's nice to read a weird story. I typed this out two weeks ago in the dark morning and thought I'd paste it here....


It's just before 3:30 and, well, here is my dream. I woke up at 2am from a dream where Steve was trying to bring home a green python. He moved next to me in the bed and I shot up with a yelp thinking that the snake had found me. I got up and drank water, feeling scared and thought maybe I'll just go downstairs and sit on the couch- but I saw the emerald python wrapping around my neck and swallowing my head, and fearing that it was waiting for me downstairs, I went to bed instead and snuggled Steve's back. As I drifted back into the night feeling, the snake raised its head and stared at me, and terror rose again. I said- Are you friend or foe?! Are you friend or foe?! The python stared with its green steely stare, seeming to become larger and larger. The snake was neither evil nor good. I realized that it was not going away, so I looked up to its unblinking eyes and asked- do what you came to do.

At that moment a white owl perched north in the trees above our heads, and then another owl of the brown sort behind. Then from the west a rainbow feathered owl alighted on a branch, making me smile. There with the looming python overhead, who was now standing twice as high as me, I lept out of my skin! I was a five year old bright and light. I hopped in between the body and wing of the rainbow owl. He put me in a little pouch he had. The little pouch was a leathery nut shell with gold trim. As I looked down, the snake ate the rest of me. I was howling miserably (the old me getting swallowed) -it really was unpleasant- this me that I primp and pluck and evaluate for problems. The python just unhooked its jaw and began the long elegant slippery swallow. Before my body of accumulations had been fully eaten, the owls flew away with me. Hafiz was echoing in my mind saying, "Why doubt the future of a clay bowl that has been flung into the sky?" Then I remembered us and dolphins. I said, "See? everything is ok now, watch the dolphins. They were actually porpoises from our beach growing up- surfing in the waves, leaping for joy and eating fish, swimming in circles high and low. I woke up in my dream on the beach, stretched out naked as a young thing, curiously atop a mellow and soft green tree python. We were both relaxed and drowsy in the sun, my feet and head lengthwise on her, lounging on a stone wall near the beach sand of the porpoises playing. But then the sun was blocked out, and a giant giant scaly serpent rose up- the likes of which made my green python look like a garden snake. It stood as high as a building, seething. My body in the bed was a storm of terror. In the eyes of this snake were yellow fires. I felt like it was evil and had to be killed, but it was too big. I yelled, "Navratri! Navratri!" Which doesn't make sense I guess, yelling Nine Nights! But Durga (I guess?) swooped in, glowing white and golden, and with a curved machete swiftly decapitated the thing. She was in the clouds and yelled, "Watch for the blood!" like the snake blood was dangerous. She bid me hop onto her blade and go with her. I hopped onto the blade, but by the time she had drawn me on top of the blade near her she shifted into another being. I was about to say thank you but I peered at her face and asked, "Wait. Who are you?" She smiled a crooked smile, and a drop of black blood, the tiniest bit, oozed from her canine tooth. Chills ran through me, and I lept off the blade onto the ground, where inexplicably all of the buckets of dark blood that had been spilled from the snake gave birth to innumerable progeny of the exact one that fell. We were in some in-between world. Half up and the other half slithering, the massive snakes traveled in armies towards our people. It was like they were not on earth, but were making their way quickly.

I thought to pray, but the snakes would have smelled a prayer, so I wrapped myself inside an egg as they went past and wished for winged snakes of the seraphim variety. Soon a trumpet blast cracked the earth and a rumble shook the ground, and a trumpeting elephant the power of 1000 elephants led a charge of its family. They stampeded the snakes without spilling blood. It was a fiery battle that lasted a long time. At some point early on a mother elephant put me, the egg, in the crook of her neck, then later inside a songbird nest. The sulfur storm of smoke and fire continued and the elephants went about madly, and the friendly nest was a soft cocoon. The breeze swayed the branches and a kind bird twirtled nearby. I pealed open the tiniest bit of the egg shell from inside to see the blue sky outside and the cherry blossoms blooming. Seems everything worked out alright.

"About the woodlands I will go
To watch the cherries hung with snow."

Steve woke up in the night too so now we are both in his office. I read him this story and he said, "I'm glad the elephants came with their trumpets." Me too! :)

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Show!

Thank you, Roger Edward Ingraham, for this beautiful flyer.

Here be THE LINK for the video and tickets!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Dolphin Heart

Hey! How we doing today? Groovy, I hope!

Here's what I'm working on this week- it's a human heart. And inside the Heart is a baby dolphin before birth! This situation kind of thrills me to no end.

When I was taking the picture of the canvas just now the goldfinches were zooming in for their daily thistle, so I snapped a photo. When this goldfinch was munching away he tweetled, "Listen, doodle, when you put up my pretty picture tell my friends they can have their seeds and eat them too."

Today's the last day of summer! Steve and Scott and Roger and I are going to go plunge ourselves into the ocean and daydream on the sand. Let's declare our visions- tomorrow is the Solstice and Full Moon! The Sun and the Moon are gonna be DANCING on the CEILING!