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Monday, December 16, 2013

Soul Speak

I had the most wonderful epiphany this morning. But, before I get to that, let me back up a bit. 

I spent the weekend in the woods, at a great old lodge in a State Park with nothing fancy at all, sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag in a tiny, unfurnished room with two other women. The lodge, at times, had more than 25 women. This is not a spa. It is a hunting lodge. There is a kitchen and (exhaustible, we learned) hot water, but that's pretty much where the modern conveniences end. Its heated with electric baseboard heat, which is LOUD and clanging 24/7. (I did, at one moment, around 4 am Saturday morning, verbalize the burning desire to take an ax to the baseboard in our room. I admit it. It was LOUD -- have I said that, yet?)

The ladies present had wildly different lives, sleeping habits, personal preferences, and diets. Some of us knew each other well. Some were entirely new to the rest. Many of us were of the same religious group, but not all. Some are experienced in that path, while others are only beginning. Some are formally educated; some not. Some are passionate about current events, while others were completely (and, maybe blissfully) unaware. Gay, straight, single, paired, monogamous or not; old, young, in-between; working out of the home, unemployed, or not; parent, grandparent, pet-parent, or none of the above. Even the body sizes, shapes, and styles were extremely diverse.

The one discernible thing that we all had in common was the personal possession of a vagina. (I can feel some of you blanch at the use of the word 'vagina' so I'm going to say it again: VAGINA! Its not a bad word. Its an awesome word. Say it three times fast: Vagina! Vagina! Vagina! Say it slow: V---A---G---I---N---A---. Let it roll around in your mouth while you enunciate each letter: vaaaah-jIII-naaaah. Shout it REALLY LOUD: VAGINA!!!!!) There is no shame or distaste in being a woman. But, that's a tale for another day...I digress. 

So, last night, I drove away from the lodge and came home. I attended a commitment I have, completely outside of that group. I got all of my things into my house -- putting away the leftover food, catching up with my family, changing bed sheets and other chores. In other words, returning to 'normal.' And, eventually, I went to sleep, curled safe onto my own comfortable mattress in my own room with my own husband and my little dog tucked behind my knees as he always is. I was back in my own space. 

And, SOMETHING was missing.

I woke up feeling the absolute absence of my sisters and realized that I miss something else that we have in common. I miss the 'soul speak' that we have --  the deep level of sharing and  honesty between us. There is no attempt to cut one another off, to prove our 'rightness' or to invalidate someone else's feelings or beliefs. Instead, there is a deep bond formed which was born of the desire to connect to one another on a level far beyond the surface talk of colleagues and coworkers -- separate even from passionate debate about one's perspectives and perceptions -- and that of casual acquaintances.

In combination with the gift of total acceptance that we give each other -- no desire to change one another or abandon or scorn another, only to listen and to understand someone else's deepest knowledge -- it is the most powerful and dignified experience of life. It is humans acting as they were meant to act -- as creatures of Divinity.

It is nothing short of the recognition of what each can teach the other; and, the true interconnection of which we are capable -- the wisdom known only to those who can allow themselves the precarious pleasure of vulnerability. This state of vulnerability is so much more potent than nakedness or sexuality. It is a rawness of one's soul -- of inner truth. And, in turn, an awareness of one's self which is inaccessible in any other arena. I sometimes do not know how to clarify what I believe until I hear it come from someone else's lips. I have been told by others that I explain a concept in a way that makes it easier for them to comprehend. In its simplest form, I believe that its the same thing.

I've been told that 'normal' people can't handle that level of depth and honesty. I don't believe that. Instead, I believe that those of us who speak our truth to like-mindeds are AFRAID to do the same with others. We fear vulnerability outside of the scope of our own groups. Do I think that genuineness and absolute truth make some people uncomfortable? Yes. Do I think that we should worry about making others uncomfortable in this way? No.

I do not mean to say that I think we should demand or convince others to believe what we do. In fact, I am saying quite the opposite. No one need believe the same as me. Instead, I want to know what YOU believe. I want to be non-judgmental in my listening, so that I can truly HEAR you. And, I want to tell you my own truth -- not to convince you, but to be open to you. When listening, I needn't crowd my own head with all my divergent thoughts and opinions. I need only be present.

As a trained therapist, I used to believe that we could not help others when sharing ourselves. My thought around that has morphed to: If we all connected on a basic, true, and genuine level, there would be little need for therapy. Does that mean that I think there is no helpfulness in therapeutic interaction? Of course not. Every field offers the opportunity to assist and serve others. Therapy is no less. But, I've come to believe that it is the goal of therapy not to teach people to solve their own problems (although that is certainly necessary and valuable) but to help people remove the barriers that prevent them from honestly connecting to others in a way that isn't degraded or needy or controlling -- to help them meet others on solid, equitable ground.

In this way, I believe that we must be fearless. We must allow ourselves to be sometimes injured in order to change the flow of the world. Because, under the sickness, the chaos, the ambition, and the agendas, we are all basically the same -- creatures of the Divine. We've just forgotten.

Blessed Be!

Thursday, October 17, 2013


As of late, many things are running through my mind...
Judgment of journey
Reality of dreams

The most frequent thought: 

It is almost a command from the center of my self...
Screams from the abyss...
Welcome into the womb...
Pulsing of the blood...


HEAR what surrounds you!
SEE where you walk!
KNOW what you are!
FEEL your connection!

Awaken, Sister, and go with me.
We ramble from sky to sea.
Awaken, Sister, and go with me.
We believe in the sacred to be.


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The One Lovely Blog Award!

I was blown away to be honored on Monday with this! Thanks so much to The Wiccan Life

The "One Lovely Blog" Award!!

Now for the hard part. Trying to tell you all seven things about myself that you don't already know ...

1) At the beginning of this blog, I had restarted sewing after years of going without. I wanted a place to share ideas and projects.
2)  I have a Master's Degree in Counseling and teach those skills to others.
3) My posts changed dramatically when I made some changes in my life, a little over 3 years ago, which included giving up a long-time affair with Bacardi 151 and Camel wides.
5) I have a Harley Davidson and love her. We hang out frequently.
6) I was, this summer, standing within 5 feet of Selena Fox of Circle Sanctuary, but was so blown away that I didn't introduce myself.
7) I was a solitary witch most of my life, but joined a circle a few years ago and have very recently taken a teacher for formal training.

Here are my seven blog choices to pass this award on to:

Thank you to everyone who writes the blogs that I hate to miss. :) I learn so much from each of you and are very grateful!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

MY Responsibility

I normally do not rant on this blog, but I've become more and more concerned and discontent. I feel compelled to speak my own truth.

After years of watching our government make decisions based upon the pursuit of money and power rather than the health of its citizens, I have taken this tact: 


If we fail to stop supporting the corporate structure, it will continue to grow and flourish and control everything. I will not support it. This is my pledge: 

-I will conserve energy. 
-I will minimize my impact upon my earth by not wastefully purchasing or using any resource. 
-I will not support WAR for anything other than the protection of American citizens on American soil. I do not believe we have the right to tell other countries how to govern themselves or how to treat their citizens. When their citizens have had enough, their strength of numbers will not allow any corrupt or oppressive regime to remain. Our own government may wish to take heed of the same advice. 25% of American children are living in poverty. Why are we sending troops and money overseas? 
-The only way I will buy any logo or name-brand item is if it is USED or SECOND-HAND, in order to reduce manufacturing and damage to the earth. 
-I will continue to do those things that I do: minimize the use of plastic, recycle, reuse, compost, up-cycle, re-purpose, grow as much of my own food and herbs as possible, give only hand-made items as gifts and request the same. 
-I will use alternative and complementary medicines made by myself (or others competent to do so) rather than support unnecessary use of pharmaceuticals, an industry based on (in my opinion) treating symptoms to the exclusion of curing illness in the pursuit of financial gain.
-I will barter with others, when possible, to mutual satisfaction.
-I will buy only from people I can actually meet and speak to. If there is a corporate entity involved, I'm not interested. 
-I will treat others with respect and dignity. I will not belittle them, no matter their flaws. I will recognize my connection to every other thing on this planet and behave accordingly.

Its MY opinion. You needn't agree. In fact, post your own opinion on your own blog. If you are abusive on mine, I'll delete.

Thursday, September 5, 2013


You know how you have those 'ah-ha' moments in the damnedest places at the craziest times? I was sitting at my kitchen table, this morning, and realized 2 things:

1. I've always got a bazillion things going at once so that nothing gets my full attention at any one time
2. I spend more time cooking for my dogs than myself

Yes. Its true. Not sure what that means. The good news is, it won't last more than a few seconds in my head before I move onto something else, so no need to ponder. (Just joking -- those of you who have ever read anything know that I'm a ponderer extraordinaire! I ponder and ponder and ruminate and pick-apart and dissect and analyze -- well, you get the point.)

My bazillion things this morning included:
-making food for my dogs (the 2 large dogs eat a combination of chicken livers and gizzards, brown rice, and green beans; the small dog eats a combination of chicken dark meat, oatmeal, and green peas) -- so I had 2 huge pots on my stove going at once: 1 cooking chicken dark meat on the bone that I'll pick in a while and put back in the pot after adding the oats and beans to cook in it; 1 cooking ground rice and minced green beans which will need the chopped gizzards and livers added after cooking....I blew up my immersion blender, yesterday, so all chopping is to be done by hand...bleck!
-writing my morning pages (this is a form of 'stream of thought' writing that I got after doing Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" program, based on her book of the same name. Get it! Its great!)
-checking Facebook and responding to the notifications on my personal page, as well as two group pages that I run and one more that I participate in
-updating my cell phone applications (no, this doesn't take much effort other than a few clicks, but it was happening)
-texting three friends about plans for the week/weekend
-drinking coffee
-checking my Ebay items listed for sale
-purchasing organic beeswax from my favorite seller of it on Ebay
-reviewing the shipping info on a dress I ordered on Ebay from India
-looking at my stats on my new Etsy store and pondering what I could do to increase traffic
-inviting people to Etsy to try to get free listings for both of us if I thought they might be interested
-posting Etsy updates to Facebook for possibly increased traffic
-brainstorming new products for Etsy listings after looking at the list I generated, yesterday, of the potential ideas -- reassessing those ideas
-planning my class for this evening at work in order to best maintain student engagement, covering the material necessary, and using the time efficiently
-making a list of things to do for the day (read my news on Twitter, check Pinterest, update my blogs, etc.)
-started to check Twitter, but thought better of it for the moment (added it to my list of things to do)
I could go on, but you get the point (and, have likely lost interest by now)...
And, I make dog food for my lovies at least twice a week. Its nice when I can make both kinds at once, so that its only two days a week. Sometimes, it ends up being more like four days because of the way it runs out. Due to current financial issues, I always make extra and freeze it -- just in case there's a week where I don't have the money to buy the supplies. In the past, it wouldn't have occurred to me to put away for a rainy day...funny how age impacts that little factor.

At any rate, the greater thought was this:

Am I really living the mindfulness approach that I believe is the best for me?
Do I really want to let go of my ability to multi-task and utilize my multi-linear thinking? (I have to admit, I'm a little proud of these.)
How will I know unless...


I actually try it.

Dreadful! Gasp! Gasp! Do I really want to commit to that?

But, the short answer is, of course, YES. How will I know if the mindful approach will improve my life unless I give it the full attempt. I think that I used to actually live that way. I'm not sure how the clutter invaded my head, again, but it most certainly has. And, the streams of thoughts are going a million miles a second, again.

I guess I need a tune-up. So, bear with me if I don't respond right away. I'll be actually trying to do one thing at a time for a while. When I'm fully engaged in something, it must improve the results. Right?

well, I'll let you know....



Ok, I've opened an Etsy shop. I finally jumped. Wish me luck.

Yes, yes, there are only 10 items in it, right now, but I'll be working on adding some more.

The Witch's Way

Saturday, August 31, 2013


My life is fluid -- malleable, transforming, evolving.
It will never become stagnant, even if I wish it.
There can only be movement, as every thing in nature sways in a constant dance of symbiosis.
There are no coincidence.
Instead, there is synchronicity.
No accidents happen -- opportunities arise.

Art in process is alive -- breathing, dancing, changing.
It will never become stagnant, even if we wish it.
There can be only movement, as every thing sways in constant dance.
There are no coincidences.
Only, synchronicity.
No accidents.
Only opportunity.

We change just as we breath at a instant at a awe at a time.


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Continued -- Glam and Glory

I've continued working on the bags. I've done nearly a dozen in some cute Halloween fabric I've found, thinking they'd be cute for trick or treat bags for kids. (Excuse the mess of my sewing room floor. LOL)

I've also done a few capes and ponchos. This cape is by far the glammiest (is that a word, well, whatever). Its glorious pink satin on one side and gold stretch velvet on the other. VERY shiny.
I'm hoping everything does well at the festival this weekend! Wish me luck. Wrote this little ditty in response to a question for a free spot in an online art journaling class that I covet, but can't afford, so I thought I'd share it here:
There once was a creature named Cloudy.
People sometimes described her as dowdy.
She was quite curvy and round.
With lovely black hair, unbound.
Her eyes were green ice.
Her cheeks were right nice.
She wore dresses and smocks to the ground.
Breathy singing was always her sound.
Most people didn't think twice,
And certainly never thrice,
When Cloudy came into town,
In colors reminiscent of clowns.
But Cloudy was special, you see.
She lived with her soul wild and free.
She wandered and danced,
Chanted, sang, and romanced,
Under the moon, by the sea.
Her partner sometimes only the tree.
And, as she aged well,
Her story to tell,
Her soul lived wild and free.
And, Cloudy, is who I will be....MLW

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Thou Art Goddess

I've lately realized that:
I want to draw and paint faces in a way that feels beautiful to me.
I want to feel my heart open and free and wild.
I want to be passionate. Passion is something so special and powerful. And, when combined with love, there's no greater force.
I want to be that wave of energy so that I can waken that spirit in others. 


I know its been 14 forevers since I've posted anything...sheer laziness. But, I was so inspired by my trip to the Outdoor Art Show, today, that I felt compelled to do some catching up.

Most recently, I've been working on some bags to vend at an upcoming festival the end of this month. The one above is Brown moleskin outside and blue flannel camo on the inside. It is fully lined, has tie-straps (to be adjustable) and can be used reversible. I'm considering selling for $15 each.

This one is also brown moleskin exterior with cotton car print interior. Also reversible. Also $15.

I'm working on some cotton/cotton and cotton/knit ones as well that will be $10 each.

Also making a few different reversible capes (some with hoods, some without). Pics coming soon!

Sunday, June 2, 2013



I hated people who couldn't handle their liquor, until I became one in the late stages of my own alcoholism.
I hated people who were weak, until I became one in my own loss of control.
I hated women who didn't parent with love, until I became one in my own empty life.
I hated people who were bound by the conventions of society, until I became one in my own fearful desire to hide myself.
I hated people who were intentionally cruel, until I became one in the throes of my own pain.
I hated people who had power, until I became one who abused it.
In the end, I hated so deeply that I couldn't see...
 that the person I hated the most...
 lived inside of me...
 to the detriment of my soul.
Today, I chase different things...
I seek hope and to be hopeful.
I seek serenity and to be serene.
I seek silence in order to listen.
I seek strength in order to lend it.
I seek connection, that I may be connected.
I seek the brushing of my soul against that of another's.
Blessed be.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013


I didn't know that part of my journey would be to rediscover the Divine feminine within myself and others.
I didn't know that aging, gaining weight, wizening, or giving up bad habits would further that journey.
I didn't know how much I needed my circle of women, until I found them...until I embraced them...until I opened the door and showed them into that
...SACRED place. The one inside of me.
The place where we are all sisters, all connected, all one with the earth.
Traveling here has released me to personal freedom.
And, so can you be....

Wednesday, May 22, 2013



I've always had a strange, dual relationship with characterized by both awe and fear.
In retrospect, it quite makes sense. The symbolism of the element of water, the emotionality, the flow, were things that I never felt sure of...always felt threatened by. Feelings have the ability to wash me away on a reluctant journey toward things I prefer to ignore. They have the inordinate ability to envelop me in a sense of chaos...lack of control. And, my mind always insists I be in control.
But, my heart, she tells a different tale. She wants experience, sensuality, tactile pleasure, and rollicking sentiment, spiraling from deep within and rocketing out into the sentient world.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Drawing Down the Moon

I've had the moon done for quite some time now. I always find it interesting to hear what others see in it. It was my intention, only, to paint a Blood Moon (a witch's moon). But, many things have leapt from its face at different times to me. What do you see?

So, while the background was done, I just couldn't decide what to add, what she called for, until I looked at it, sitting on the easel, the other day. And, it just screamed at me of the Drawing Down the Moon ceremony. Perhaps, I was inspired by celebrating Beltane with my sisters. Perhaps, it was the lusty May moon in the sky. Perhaps, it was divine whispering.

It doesn't really matter, the inspirational source. I've come to understand that intuitive painting is just about listening to that intuition and following its advice.

And, in some tangible way, its taught me to listen to my own intuition about things outside of career, my relationships, my life....and to follow that internal whisper (although, sometimes, quite frankly, its a shout) to its desired end. Surprise! The more I follow that guidance, the better my life becomes. Who'd have guessed?

Life is a blessing. Live it.

Thursday, April 18, 2013


Serenity is not is withIN.
Others cannot fulfill my needs....they are withIN.
I needn't look outside myself for answers...they are withIN.
My Goddess isn't in the sky...She is withIN.
After years of external focus, I've finally found the intelligence, the guidance, the Goddess withIN.
And, she is LOVE.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Male Energy

Sometimes, I become very preoccupied with feminine energy, as it is the most plentiful for me. Then, I forget the beauty of the male. I also forget that we are all energy of both genders....that gender is merely a characteristic assigned by society rather than a truth.

I forget the beauty of the interlocking nature of the male body with the female's.....

The passion enflamed by reviewing the hard planes and curves of the male as opposed to the soft roundness of the female...

The complementary nature of our twin...

Do I not possess his tenacity, his lust, his energy? Of course I do.
Does he not possess my creativity, my passion, my serenity? Of course he does.

We are ONE. There is no clear definition of masculine or feminine. Instead, there are physical differences and societal dictates. I will choose my own story.

Friday, March 29, 2013


I've had an awful lot of thought lately about the difficulties and challenges of life. There's no secret that we, like many, are struggling through the slow economy and tight job markets that have become common place in our society, today.

I'm tired of the finger pointing and blaming that happens when people become frightened and desperate. I have my own beliefs about politics, the corruption of government, and a self-perpetuating system which abuses those they claim to represent. It is neither here nor there.

I believe my function is this: to accept. There are many flaws around me, but not nearly as significant to my life as the ones WITHIN me. It is THERE that I must focus in order to bring any level of peace to my existence. It is WITHIN that I must draw my attention.

Because, no matter what the outside world offers, I believe in one sure truth: A faithful heart cannot hold fear.

Blessed Be!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Goddess Rising Done

She is finished. Puffy paint and glitter glue added for shine, texture, and detail.

Overall, I'm pleased with her. She speaks to me of power, of sex, of sparkle, and magick, and passion.

She twists and pulls at my heart. And, at my core.

She is strong and aware.

She is beautiful.

She is an aspect of every woman. And, perhaps, every man.....

....A dream. A fantasy. A pathworking. A scintilation.

She dances furiously.

She screams primally.

She is one with the universe, and it with her....joined, connected, alive.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Life...I mean, WORK, in progress

Isn't it funny how things evolve as they should? Not funny ha-ha, but funny ironic. :)

I've noticed that I felt very very creatively blocked until I started to see the bigger picture -- that creativity isn't a specific pursuit, it is (in fact) a way of life. It is a theory for living, a structure for support, a setting for all things.

And, then, POP, there was an explosion of ideas, of thoughts, of perceptions, of images...all needing to be set free. Immediately!

And, there is no doubt that this is the way of my life. When I am able to be open to the creative energy that flows, like life energy, through each and every one of us, I am able to channel it effectively onto some type of media.

I'm not a snob when it comes to art. I think that it is the most stunningly beautiful, amazing thing ever, because it can be laid out on so vast a collection of media that there is no limit to the possibilities:
more more

None of these pieces are finished, of course. They are, merely, works in progress....

much like myself.

Many blessings!

The Most Versatile Blog

The Versatile Blogger Award!

We were honored this morning, by a nomination by Witch Cats Blog! Thank you!

Now, for my blog nomiations and the rules. The Rules of The Versatile Blogger Award are:

1-Display the award logo on your blog.
2-Thank and link back to the person who nominated you.
3-State 7 things about yourself.
4-Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award.
5-Notify these bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

7 things about me! Okay, here goes ~
1) I am a woman of scattered and varied interests.
2) I am a practitioner of the Craft.
3) I am a sucker for creatures and have 3 dogs and 3 cats...all rescues.
4) I am a hopeless romantic.
5) I strongly believe that we, as women, have a responsibility to lift each other, encourage each other, and gather together in support.
6) I've been married to my soulmate for 23 years.
7) I enjoy other people, but require quite a bit of solitary time to remain serene.
The blogs which I nominate for this award are:
And there you have it! I will leave a comment on each of the above blogs letting them know that they have been nominated should they wish to accept.
Warm, bright blessings all around!

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Busy Work

I've continued in my quietude, for a month, now. Its been kind of wonderful. I haven't picked up a paint brush, once. Instead, I've been busying myself with a variety of tasks of self discovery and domestic bliss that I've found truly pleasurable. That is not to say that I've dropped my brush. Quite the contrary, I just felt the need to rest, to rejuvenate, and to feel DESPERATE to paint, again.

I'm swiftly getting to that point. In fact, my fingers are literally beginning to ITCH to have the brushes back, to feel the spring of the canvas, to smell the fresh scent of acrylic swirling about. I've been thinking about what I'll paint when I get the chance.....I've got a few nudes in mind. I've also been thinking of dancing, resting, the female form in all its glory.

But, let me lay that aside for the moment. I've been continuing to work my way through The Artist's Way program based on the book by Julia Cameron. It is challenging me and has caused me to look at my creativity in a way that I've never considered a way of life, rather than crafty pursuits. Living creatively opens the door to so many opportunities that I'm boggled by them. What I lack is not ideas, nor skill, but motivation. So, I am learning to unblock myself by feeding my soul with beautiful things, those that speak to my spirit, that enliven my imagination, that give rise to my feet.

I've been making soap, working herbs and florals into infusions that become the base for a variety of salves and compounds and balms for various uses, eating raw food that is real, and feeling alive. My first batch of soap is cured, today, so that I can begin another for when this one is gone. I've got comfrey root salve, chamomile-calendula ointment, and rose lip balm made up; along with some new moisturizer for my body, face, and hair; and, an invigorating eucalyptus body scrub.

My life is blessed.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


I've been fairly quiet lately. I haven't painted in a month. Instead, I've been working through the Artist's Way program, based on a book by Julia Cameron. In the pursuit of unblocking my creativity and creative self, I've taken a sabbatical from creating paintings and begun exclusively exploring me.

In the pursuit of the process, I've done lots of creative things, other than paint -- baking, kitchen witchery, cooking, participation in a wide variety of events that capture my attention and expand my soul. I spend time, every day, transferring the clutter from my head onto notebook pages. Surprisingly, it does a miraculous job at emptying out the nonsense so that I needn't focus on it, or become scattered by it. I've found the process to be cleansing, but also cathartic. It spurns me to do more, think more, explore more.

I also do what Julia Cameron calls weekly "Artist Dates." In other words, I experience things that fill my mind with images. I visit antique stores, go to the movies, walk in the woods, participate in spiritual activities and meaningful rituals that touch my soul. I spend time with people who challenge and support me. In short, I become connected to the world in an expanded way.

Naturally, I do other things as well -- exercises as prescribed by the author, attend workshops and classes on the chapters in the book, complete weekly check-ins where I evaluate progress and commitment. The class is spread over the duration of one year.

Only in my second month, I've never felt more alive. I've never felt more connected. I've never felt more excited about second-by-second living.

I've got several paintings in the planning stages. But, in the end, any planning I've done will fly out the window when my muse comes to call. She has the final say. And, I'm learning to abide her wishes; because (when I do) the work is powerful and meaningful and important.

Friday, January 4, 2013


When I look back upon 2012, 1 word comes leaping to mind: Acceptance. I've had big lessons in accepting a myriad of things:
1. Me - I'm a middle-aged woman; curvier than I used to be; eyes etched with laugh lines; sober; pescetarian but leaning toward vegetarianism; environmentalist; conservationist; artist; partner; parent; grandparent; graying; still learning and growing and becoming; teacher and student.
2. Relationships - some are so fabulous that I cannot believe my luck; some had to be released in 2012; some may revive; some may die; they do not define me.
3. Work - at an impasse after 20 years in my field; wanting transition or relief, but unsure of direction; waiting for guidance.
4. Faith - out of the broom closet, so to speak, fully; re-avowed to study and craft.
5. Powerlessness - I can change only myself; control only myself. Some things I am not meant to understand, despite my own desire to do so. I am not the director of my life's stage, rather, an observer.
6. Future - it is always unsure; never certain. I'm OK with that. I don't need to project what will happen. I like being focused on RIGHT NOW.

This is my first piece of the year. I've been long fascinated with symbology and imagery. I sat with her a while, but realize that she doesn't want a face, so that everyone can add their own, if they wish.