el cuello,
pilar del templo,
de donde salen verdades inventadas,
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Updated Daily: January 2007 - February 2020
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Thursday, September 20
Wednesday, September 19
Tuesday, September 18
Monday, September 17
Sunday, September 16
goddess dreams of pearls
Saturday, September 15
wildness
2007 "Under The Sea" mixed media
“...in 1450 a beautiful Celtic mermaid named Asenora swam ashore on the coast of Cornwall where a Benedictine monastery had recently been established. After removing her fish tail and hiding it among the rocks, she explored the area on foot and discovered the community of men. She made many clandestine visits – -
....Suspicious that Asenora was no ordinary woman but a mermaid, and greatly alarmed by her presence, the abbot of the monastery hid himself by the water and waited. He witnessed Asenora swim ashore, remove her fish tail and hide it in a niche in the cliff.
When she wandered off in the direction of the abbey, the shrewd abbot retrieved the fish tail, bundling it into his robe. He tucked it inside a secret compartment hidden under the seat of his chair, in the church. Without her tail, the poor mermaid could never go back to the sea, and soon the wildness of it drained out of her. Asenora was converted, and eventually became Saint Senara...”
excerpt from “The Mermaid Chair” a novel by Sue Monk Kidd @ 2005
Has every saint somehow lost her wildness?...

“...in 1450 a beautiful Celtic mermaid named Asenora swam ashore on the coast of Cornwall where a Benedictine monastery had recently been established. After removing her fish tail and hiding it among the rocks, she explored the area on foot and discovered the community of men. She made many clandestine visits – -
....Suspicious that Asenora was no ordinary woman but a mermaid, and greatly alarmed by her presence, the abbot of the monastery hid himself by the water and waited. He witnessed Asenora swim ashore, remove her fish tail and hide it in a niche in the cliff.
When she wandered off in the direction of the abbey, the shrewd abbot retrieved the fish tail, bundling it into his robe. He tucked it inside a secret compartment hidden under the seat of his chair, in the church. Without her tail, the poor mermaid could never go back to the sea, and soon the wildness of it drained out of her. Asenora was converted, and eventually became Saint Senara...”
excerpt from “The Mermaid Chair” a novel by Sue Monk Kidd @ 2005
Has every saint somehow lost her wildness?...
Friday, September 14
Nicaragua
2003 Untitled mixed media on canvas.

Con lagrimas te sueño,
Con lagrimas te extraño,
Con lagrimas te baño,
Bautizada amada NICARAGUA.
Con lagrimas te siento nacer de mi vientre,
Con sangre y orgullo,
Con grito de guerra y fuego del mar,
NICARAGUA ….Con dolor hoy te pinto
for my noble Father and his Motherland
Julia Casimira Sacasa de Checa
Con lagrimas te sueño,
Con lagrimas te extraño,
Con lagrimas te baño,
Bautizada amada NICARAGUA.
Con lagrimas te siento nacer de mi vientre,
Con sangre y orgullo,
Con grito de guerra y fuego del mar,
NICARAGUA ….Con dolor hoy te pinto
for my noble Father and his Motherland
Julia Casimira Sacasa de Checa
Thursday, September 13
Wednesday, September 12
Tuesday, September 11
Monday, September 10
from meditations and dreams
I am often asked to describe and explain how I create - process, techniques, materials, equipment. Pieces are birthed from meditations and dreams. I surrender to intuition...
Sunday, September 9
coral dreams
Dressed in coral from head to foot, she entered the ancient temple illuminated only by candlelight…
excerpt from last night's dreams
Saturday, September 8
Friday, September 7
wise women of the dreamtime
Who are the wise women in your life? When do you seek their counsel?
The wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols.
There are no coincidences...I am being guided, moment by moment.
"In the ancient way of being, the earth not only creates, feels, and protects life, but like a mother, whispers through natural signs and images the secret knowledge of how body, mind, emotions and spirit work upon each other in an intricate, invisible weaving."
- Johanna Lambert from "Wise Women of the Dreamtime"
The wise women speak to me through dreams and symbols.
There are no coincidences...I am being guided, moment by moment.
"In the ancient way of being, the earth not only creates, feels, and protects life, but like a mother, whispers through natural signs and images the secret knowledge of how body, mind, emotions and spirit work upon each other in an intricate, invisible weaving."
- Johanna Lambert from "Wise Women of the Dreamtime"
Thursday, September 6
honey essence
“It’s Gala who discovers and brings me all the essences, which I then turn into honey in the busy hive of my mind. Without Gala, the world would have no genie: Dali would not exist.” – Salvador Dali (1904-1989)
Wednesday, September 5
daughters and mothers
"Women must remember the sacred nature of our Goddess self, the call to glory inherent in human incarnation. We are daughters of history and mothers to a new world. This is not the time to throw away our power. It is time to claim it, in the name of love."
- Marianne Williamson
- Marianne Williamson
Tuesday, September 4
Chavela Vargas
“Mi relación con la música viene de la naturaleza, no de la academia. Si yo hubiera estudiado, quizá sería una afamada cantante. Pero no Chavela Vargas” - Chavela Vargas (1919-2012)
Monday, September 3
a woman's work
"I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man's work for less than a man's pay." - Clara Barton (1821-1912)
Sunday, September 2
Saturday, September 1
truth considered beautiful
"I am Isis, mistress of the whole land...I am she who separated the heaven from the earth. I have instructed mankind in the mysteries...I have ordered the course of the sun and the moon. I am queen of the rivers and winds and sea...I have made justice more powerful than silver and gold. I have caused truth to be considered beautiful. I am she who is called the Goddess of women..."
- excerpt from the Inscription on The Temple of Isis at Sais
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