HER-story:

With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...
CASIMIRA

Saturday, July 31

impossible made possible


We began to think of IMPOSSIBLE things, although he told me NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE. We came up with: a blue elephant who eats peanut butter and black olives, a soft helicopter made of jellyfish, a usable material that recycles in water and sunlight, a pencil that writes through thoughts...

Then I suggested a MOTHER to all of the planet's orphans and he replied, "That is beautiful, is that who you are?"

Friday, July 30

coral dream



...from the depths of salty wet sands emerged the most magnificent corals...

excerpt from last night's dreams

Thursday, July 29

wonder & imagination


his little hands filled with wonder and imagination inspire me...what inspires you?

Wednesday, July 28

beauty & miracle


how can you make today special, memorable? give yourself time to take in the beauty and miracle that is life...

Tuesday, July 27

waiting


When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

- RUMI

...impatiently awaiting his return...

Monday, July 26

my full moon


mother moon reminds us to play...let us greet her tonight


The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

Chlid Moon - Carl Sandburg (1874-1967)

Sunday, July 25

everything...only because I love


Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. - Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)

Saturday, July 24

yes, another self-portrait


self-portraits reflect aspects of my essence and help me better understand who I am, my purpose in this lifetime...
they are windows to my soul...

"Art exists only to communicate a spiritual message."
- Alphonse Mucha (1860-1939)

Friday, July 23

el arte es aire


el rey azteca se vistió de mis sueños

cantó de cristales y piedras con sedas y palabras

el arte es aire

...art is air...

Thursday, July 22

excerpt from a letter


I dreamed with
blue oceans and lions

I heard his voice calling to me

I wrote to him in blue spanish


lineas azules

besos celestes

abrazos morados risas rosadas

y luz infinita


excerpt from a letter

Wednesday, July 21

creativity


“Creativity - like human life itself - begins in darkness.”
- Julia Cameron


I am going through a creative phase and sometimes feel as if I just don't have enough time for all of my ideas, all of my projects...it is exciting and overwhelming at once...

Tuesday, July 20

she who heals



what needs to be healed in your life?

who do you need to forgive?

who needs to forgive you?


She Who Heals:

Mother, sing me a song
That will ease my pain,
Mend broken bones,
Bring wholeness again.

Catch my babies
When they are born,
Sing my death song,
Teach me how to mourn.

Show me the Medicine
Of the healing herbs,
The value of spirit,
The way I can serve.

Mother, heal my heart
So that I can see
The gifts of yours
That can live through me.

- Jamie Sams

Monday, July 19

soar


One can never consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar.

- Helen Keller (1880-1968)

Sunday, July 18

su poema


pajaro de pecho amarillo

canta su poema

libre y frio

...beginning of something...

Saturday, July 17

dressed in waters


vestida de agua

camina la diosa

sombras bailando en las paredes del alma

ella lleva olas del mar en sus caderas

ella lleva luz de luna en sus sonrisa



dressed in waters

goddess walks

shadows dance on soul’s walls

ocean waves at her hips

moonlight in her smile

Friday, July 16

knowledge


my child
my greatest teacher
hands me knowledge

Thursday, July 15

crystal


healing crystal
chosen by the innocence of childhood
through the wisdom of ancient ancestors

Wednesday, July 14

my father the sun


my father

my sun

my brightest star and guiding light

happy birthday

Tuesday, July 13

inner circle


step into the circle
step into the light
look around and celebrate with those in your inner circle

Monday, July 12

seeing spirits

spirits in the skies
He asked if I could see the spirits in the skies...

Sunday, July 11

Antioco y Maruca

"Papa-Coco y Uca" beloved Grand ParentsToday is their wedding anniversary. With those sparkling blue eyes and that unforgettable voice Antioco plays his guitar and serenades his beautiful and beloved Maruca...

Bésame, bésame mucho,
Como si fuera esta noche
La última vez.

Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.

Quiero tenerte muy cerca,
Mirarme en tus ojos,
Y estar junto a tí.

Piensa que tal vez mañana,
Estaré muy lejos,
Muy lejos de aquí.

Bésame, bésame mucho,
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.


[original lyrics by Consuelo Velázquez 1917- 2005]

Saturday, July 10

dream

I dream awake, I dream asleep, I dream a lot
I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious. - Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)

take time to dream today

give yourself time to dream tonight

Friday, July 9

all the way

when I love, I love all the way
When somebody loves you
It’s no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way

Taller than the tallest tree is
That’s how it’s got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
That’s how deep it goes - if it’s real

When somebody needs you
It’s no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you’ll let me love you
It’s for sure I’m gonna love you - all the way,
all the way

- Sammy Cahn (1913-1993) & Jimmy Van Heusen (1913-1990)

do you believe in loving all the way?

Thursday, July 8

believe in YOU


BELIEVE

in miracles

in healing

in peace

in love

in prayer

in forgiveness

BELIEVE

if you cannot believe,

I promise to believe for you...

Wednesday, July 7

powerful beyond measure

let the liberating light shine
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson (b. 1952)


I woke up with this quote...

Tuesday, July 6

Frida

she paints her pain & heals herselfcon corona de flores

con collares de colores

ella pinta sus dolores

ella escribe sus amores

"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone. Because I am the subject I know best."- Frida Kahlo

Happy Birthday Frida
July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954

Monday, July 5

on dreams

how do you nourish dreams into realities?

He asked me how I kept my dreams alive...

I give my dreams time and room to grow, stretch and develop. I go for walks and contemplate the sacredness of a stone, the miracle of a wildflower. I dance and dream. I laugh and cry with my dreams. My dreams keep me alive...truly alive...my dreams nourish and sustain me.

excerpt from one of my journals

Sunday, July 4

swim in the wildness

go back to the sea
you are no ordinary woman
go back to the sea
swim in the wildness
just be
no ordinary woman

Saturday, July 3

fire

he dances with me in the midst of the fire

excerpt from the book The Invitation by Oriah Mountaindreaming:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Invitation, HarperSanFrancisco, 1999

Friday, July 2

dance

dancing my dreams into realities
to dream I dance

to dare I dance

I dance to love

I dance to joy

I dance to you and me and everything in between the dream

Thursday, July 1

poetry of flesh

self-portrait

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

- Walt Whitman (1819-1892)


let us treat our human bodies
our earthly temples as sacred poetry of flesh