Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts

Friday, April 01, 2016

How to See Yourself As An Artist



Are you an artist? You're probably thinking, "no, not me." Here in the West, we've been taught to squelch our creative impulse — especially at work. In other cultures people live as natural artisans, creating sand paintings and song, poetry and architecture, drumming and dancing in tune with the rhythms of the Earth.

We too can allow our inner artist to live out loud. As soon as we surrender our resistance to seeing what we do as art-in-action, we become artists.

Succulence: Your Natural State

Inspirational author and artist SARK has been demonstrating how to live juicy for decades. From a 200-square-foot self-described "magic cottage" in the heart of San Francisco, she writes all her books by hand, in a profusion of colors. Each SARK creation is a feast for the senses. She says, "My name has become synonymous with transformation, color, healing, movement & FUN."

I framed and hung her inaugural poster, How to Be An Artist, on my home office wall as I launched my first business. Her invitation to "Make signs that say yes! and post them all over your house" invoked my own creative impulse. Each night before bed, I'd face my office (set up in a corner of my tiny apartment living room) and give it the thumbs up sign. A simple, powerful, YES! for success. My business prospered.


Sarah Ban Breathnach, author of Simple Abundance, writes, "Creation has three layers: the labor, the craft, and the elevation. She who works with only her hands is a laborer; she who works with her hands and her head is a craftswoman; she who works with her hands, her head and her heart is an artist." READ MORE

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Ohm or Om? Which Do You Own?



The other day I was half-listening to a trivia event taking place at my local market, and heard the announcer say, "Ohm is a unit of electrical resistance."

Hm. That's 180 degrees from its sound-alike sister, the meditation mantra "Om".


Master consciousness teacher Jim Self has often said, "Thoughts are electrical and emotions are magnetic." He explains how this affects our behavior: "When a thought is coupled with an emotion, the combined energies become charged electro-magnetically, amplified and set in motion. If your reaction (emotion) to a thought is strong, the charge behind it increases. If your reaction is negative it may result in an angry outburst (discharge of emotion) or you may react by becoming offended, allowing that emotional energy to build inside of you."

Interesting, isn't it? We can be ohm or om, depending on how we choose to think and feel. I used to be the Queen of Resistance, until I grew bored senseless with the energy it took to fight or flee. Meditation was still many years in my future, though I did start learning to let go, adapt, allow. And what tremendous freedom this unleashes within us.

When we take that electrical energy and marry it to healing feelings, it magnetizes magic. We become magnetic to our good, drawing in all manner of people and possibility in order to serve our highest intention. Making the change does require time and energy — but it's electrifying and calming at the same time.

Try it. Ommmmm…..



Saturday, October 27, 2012

Samhain, Spirit and Sacred Story

I'm not Irish (this incarnation), though I've long been fascinated by the culture ~ perhaps because, for me, Ireland defines myth and magic.

I've just read The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog by Patricia Monaghan, who was raised in Alaska and didn't begin exploring her Irish roots until adulthood. Her ineffable prose is tantamount to immersion in Celtic tradition. I traveled lustily with her through verdant valleys and over holy ground, inside the history and mystery of pagan celebrations once subjugated and now reclaimed.

Because Patricia paints a picture of an Ireland still steeped in "the old ways," where the Goddess in all her guises is a formidable presence, her story is a soul-nourishing gift for Samhain, one of the eight holy days that comprise the Wheel of the Year.

In the U.S., Samhain has been reduced to a children's holiday called Halloween, with a focus on costumes, candy and occasionally, mischief. But on the Celtic calendar, Samhain ushers in winter and the mysteries of the dark. October 31st precedes Day of the Dead/All Soul's Day on November 1st, a paean to the ancestors. The dark side — that which is hidden from view — calls us to remember our sacred heritage, as Monaghan so masterfully does in her incandescently rendered soulscape.

Mythologist Kathleen Jenks, an advisor to Monaghan's Black Earth Institute, explains on her own site, Myth*ing Links why this season is an excellent time to explore what is ending, or "dying", within us. What do you need to release in order to move forward in your life? Now, when the veils between worlds are thin, is a ripe moment for each of us to embrace personal and planetary transformation.

And the souls of those who have gone before can still share their wisdom with us, if we invite their collaboration. Astrologer Caroline Casey likes to say, "We cannot live through the dead, but we can invite the dead to live through us." What gifts are asking, aching to be brought forth through you in this quantum moment, when the entire world is awash in tremulous rebirth? How can you shine your brilliance and step fully into your aliveness, passion, purpose and service?

It's time to remove your mask, and step fully into who you came here to be.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Ballooning Into Solstice

Thanks to Canadian muse Eileen Balint for this evocative Summer Solstice poem:

Ballooning Into Solstice


The longest day of the year is dawning
In between dreams ...
I retreat to my humble garden, it's tradition!
Amidst champaign bubbles of fortune teller dew
Magic is afoot ... for those with scrying eyes.

An iridescent lattice of spidery lace
In looking glass style, illumines the landscape
Another reality surfaces ... still under the influence
Of a ripe full moon.

The spiderwebbing decorum, conjures an ‘oily doily’
Of crystalline dragline silk,
Drenched in mother of pearl drops
Spiderlings ballooning all night, into Solstice.

The rhythmic sway of maidenhair fern
In between dreams ...
Succumb to Pan's flutey woodwind
Like garden seaweed floating in an ocean of emerald shade
Bestowing spores of invisibility.

Spiderwort blossoms invoke indigo consciousness
Unravelling yet another matrix, a grid of goodness and grace.
Elders and saints polish their berries and wort
Soon the realm of in-between shall revel once more

I can hear the whales and naiads too!
In solidarity, singing their ancient ancestral songs
A cosmic solstice canon of songlines
Indra's Net is but a dream catcher for those gone fishing.

A midsummer's night encounter awaits you
In between dreams ...
I have a gift for you ... 'tis the ivy crown of Titania, queen of the faery
We shall ready ourselves for
Ballooning into Solstice