2009 self-portrait
May of Mothers...
as I surrender to the dance of divine motherhood
I sing and give praise
to all of the mothers who impact my life
to Gaia, Mother Earth...
to Our Universal Mother...
...May of Mothers
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- rosa madre
- think twice
- soy hija de luna
- healing hands
- pilares en mi rancho
- moon goddess
- she visited my dreams
- in dreams...eagle
- merging with nature
- her salt waters
- soy mamista
- into fullness
- becoming like mother
- the idea of motherhood
- he loves his mother the longest
- m a m a
- instinctive automatic love
- resistance, not the answer
- children loving our children
- in the eyes of mother
- anything is possible
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Sunday, May 31
Saturday, May 30
día de la madre
2007 "Great-Great-Grand-Mother & Muse" mixed media
30 de Mayo
Día de La Madre Nicaragüense
Felicidades Nicaragua
remembering and honouring every Nicaraguan mother
30 de Mayo
Día de La Madre Nicaragüense
Felicidades Nicaragua
remembering and honouring every Nicaraguan mother
Friday, May 29
ocean of compassion
2009 mixed media
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.
- Oprah Winfrey
I believe there is a mother within every woman.
She is the divine mother goddess who is an ocean of compassion...
How can we mother ourselves today?
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.
- Oprah Winfrey
I believe there is a mother within every woman.
She is the divine mother goddess who is an ocean of compassion...
How can we mother ourselves today?
Thursday, May 28
Wednesday, May 27
beloved high priestess
remembering my beloved Yoya, Great Grand Mother
...it was all about the necklace. The necklace had been created for a high priestess and possessed magic and mystery which only a high priestess would understand...
excerpt from a short story written years ago which is now included in a series about our relationships to jewels
...it was all about the necklace. The necklace had been created for a high priestess and possessed magic and mystery which only a high priestess would understand...
excerpt from a short story written years ago which is now included in a series about our relationships to jewels
Tuesday, May 26
rain mother blessing
2007 detail from untitled mixed media
Rain Mother wakes me up
softly
sweetly
slowly
drop by drop
it is time to wake up
it is time to dream and write...
originally published in April 2007
rain is a blessing...so many people complain about the rain...I love to feel raindrops on my face, especially in the summer...
Rain Mother wakes me up
softly
sweetly
slowly
drop by drop
it is time to wake up
it is time to dream and write...
originally published in April 2007
rain is a blessing...so many people complain about the rain...I love to feel raindrops on my face, especially in the summer...
Monday, May 25
rosa madre
2007 "SANTO" mixed media
el santo de rodillas
le rogaba
le pedía
el santo de rodillas
resaba noche y día
con una cruz de cristal
y una fe natural
el santo de rodillas
iluminado con la luz
de nuestra Rosa Madre María
originally published in October 2007
el santo de rodillas
le rogaba
le pedía
el santo de rodillas
resaba noche y día
con una cruz de cristal
y una fe natural
el santo de rodillas
iluminado con la luz
de nuestra Rosa Madre María
originally published in October 2007
Sunday, May 24
think twice
2009 mixed media study for sculpture
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
- Sophia Loren
...so very true...
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
- Sophia Loren
...so very true...
Saturday, May 23
soy hija de luna
2007 "Hija de la Luna" linoleum print on hand-made tree-free paper
the little print was created in Nicaragua as part of a recent course taught by Robert Barberena De La Rocha
originally published in November 2007
nací una noche salvaje
del vientre sagrado de luz
soy hija de luna
hermana de sol
madre de estrellas
the little print was created in Nicaragua as part of a recent course taught by Robert Barberena De La Rocha
originally published in November 2007
Friday, May 22
healing hands
2006 mixed media collage detail
my hands are her hands...
...and her hands...
...and her hands...
i hold
i create
i pray
my hands shall be her hands one day...
...and her hands...
...and her hands...
for the healing hands of Mothers in my life
originally published in January 2007
my hands are her hands...
...and her hands...
...and her hands...
i hold
i create
i pray
my hands shall be her hands one day...
...and her hands...
...and her hands...
for the healing hands of Mothers in my life
originally published in January 2007
Thursday, May 21
pilares en mi rancho
my beautiful Mama
Yo quiero pilares en mi rancho...
- Julia S. de Hopping
She is one-of-a-kind and I simply adore her...my Mother...my MamaDiva...a pillar in my life...
Yo quiero pilares en mi rancho...
- Julia S. de Hopping
She is one-of-a-kind and I simply adore her...my Mother...my MamaDiva...a pillar in my life...
Wednesday, May 20
moon goddess
2007 mixed media detailshe was an amazon
an ebony goddess
a statue carved from luminous flesh dark as night
she leaned over
and in slow whispering song asked
Do you know how to draw the moon ?
excerpt from “The Goddess Speaks” a manuscript in progress
originally published in April 2007
it has been polished and extended since then...and I have learned to draw more and more moonlight into my life...
an ebony goddess
a statue carved from luminous flesh dark as night
she leaned over
and in slow whispering song asked
Do you know how to draw the moon ?
excerpt from “The Goddess Speaks” a manuscript in progress
originally published in April 2007
it has been polished and extended since then...and I have learned to draw more and more moonlight into my life...
Tuesday, May 19
she visited my dreams
2007 mixed media detail
She visited my dreams last night and this morning. She smelled of roses when she hugged me close and told me she loved me and was so happy for me. She warned me against a certain few who would be envious and who would not hesitate to betray. Together we visited palaces and gardens. Before waking up, she embraced me and whispered into my ear, "WRITE"....
originally published in October 2007
She visited my dreams last night and this morning. She smelled of roses when she hugged me close and told me she loved me and was so happy for me. She warned me against a certain few who would be envious and who would not hesitate to betray. Together we visited palaces and gardens. Before waking up, she embraced me and whispered into my ear, "WRITE"....
originally published in October 2007
Monday, May 18
in dreams...eagle
2005 hand-dyed silk detail
in dreams
Eagle came to me
under moonlight
Eagle sang to me
with wisdom and grace
Eagle blessed me
excerpt from my dream last night
originally published in February 2007
in dreams
Eagle came to me
under moonlight
Eagle sang to me
with wisdom and grace
Eagle blessed me
excerpt from my dream last night
originally published in February 2007
Sunday, May 17
merging with nature
2007 mixed media
Her world had become green...alive with mother’s bounty. As she reached for the earth, she discovered emeralds all around; she found hope. Her energies went from serpent to butterfly in cyclic dance and harmony, she was neither one nor the other, but both. She had merged with Mother Nature.
originally published in June 2007
Her world had become green...alive with mother’s bounty. As she reached for the earth, she discovered emeralds all around; she found hope. Her energies went from serpent to butterfly in cyclic dance and harmony, she was neither one nor the other, but both. She had merged with Mother Nature.
originally published in June 2007
Saturday, May 16
her salt waters
components inspiring a sculpture, 2007
I often dream with Mother Ocean. Her salt waters and waves. Her sandy beaches. After swimming in her womb, I feel refreshed and cleansed, truly renewed and reborn. One of these days I will live on the beach...and swim by moonlight...
originally published in November 2007
Today is one of those days I crave the ocean...to taste her salt waters on my flesh...Mother Ocean, how I miss you...
I often dream with Mother Ocean. Her salt waters and waves. Her sandy beaches. After swimming in her womb, I feel refreshed and cleansed, truly renewed and reborn. One of these days I will live on the beach...and swim by moonlight...
originally published in November 2007
Today is one of those days I crave the ocean...to taste her salt waters on my flesh...Mother Ocean, how I miss you...
Friday, May 15
soy mamista
detail from my notebook
being mamisma or would it be mamista
without realizing it...
it’s not exactly the opposite of machismo
it’s not exactly the same as feminism
mamisma is
a fierce feminine force
a natural and maternal force
compassion with love
I am mamista
and my soul has always known it...
Thank you Isabel Allende...
originally published in November 2007 after embracing Isabel Allende
it has been polished and extended since then, inspiring a series of images
soy mamisma o mamista
y ni lo sabia...
no es exactamente lo opuesto del machismo
no es exactamente lo mismo que feminismo
mamisma es
una fuerza feroz y femenina
una fuerza natural y maternal
compasión con amor
soy mamista
y mi alma siempre lo sabia...
Gracias Isabel Allende...
being mamisma or would it be mamista
without realizing it...
it’s not exactly the opposite of machismo
it’s not exactly the same as feminism
mamisma is
a fierce feminine force
a natural and maternal force
compassion with love
I am mamista
and my soul has always known it...
Thank you Isabel Allende...
originally published in November 2007 after embracing Isabel Allende
it has been polished and extended since then, inspiring a series of images
Thursday, May 14
into fullness
study for sculpture
I hear her voice in mine.
I feel her protection in the wind.
I dream her into being...eternal...Grand Mother...
It is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace.I see her smile in his.
- Christopher Morley (1890-1957)
I hear her voice in mine.
I feel her protection in the wind.
I dream her into being...eternal...Grand Mother...
Wednesday, May 13
becoming like mother
2009 mixed media of Oscar wearing my ring and brooch
All women become like their mothers.
That is their tragedy.
No man does.
That's his.
- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
All women become like their mothers.
That is their tragedy.
No man does.
That's his.
- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
Tuesday, May 12
the idea of motherhood
2007 mixed media
It was a glorious spring day. The enormous tulips bowed in the breeze, opening up to reveal their innermost hues. The park had been taken over by children. Newborns in strollers, toddlers toddling – they were everywhere. Nannies and mothers, most of whom appeared to be pregnant – again, accompanied the blooming offspring. New life. Motherhood. Lifelong commitment. As she was contemplating these ideas, she stumbled. She fell hard and loud on concrete pavement. She sprained an ankle and bruised both knees, staining her designer trousers. The left side of her body received most of the impact. Her left thumb bled and became blue instantly. Her platinum wedding band scratched just enough for her to take notice. She was wearing flats and could not blame the fall on her shoes. The idea of Motherhood had painfully brought her to her knees – had bruised her and had caused her to bleed...
originally published in May 2007
it has been polished and extended since then...
It was a glorious spring day. The enormous tulips bowed in the breeze, opening up to reveal their innermost hues. The park had been taken over by children. Newborns in strollers, toddlers toddling – they were everywhere. Nannies and mothers, most of whom appeared to be pregnant – again, accompanied the blooming offspring. New life. Motherhood. Lifelong commitment. As she was contemplating these ideas, she stumbled. She fell hard and loud on concrete pavement. She sprained an ankle and bruised both knees, staining her designer trousers. The left side of her body received most of the impact. Her left thumb bled and became blue instantly. Her platinum wedding band scratched just enough for her to take notice. She was wearing flats and could not blame the fall on her shoes. The idea of Motherhood had painfully brought her to her knees – had bruised her and had caused her to bleed...
originally published in May 2007
it has been polished and extended since then...
Monday, May 11
he loves his mother the longest
my baby boy
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.
- Irish Proverb
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.
- Irish Proverb
Sunday, May 10
m a m a
2009 mixed media of my mother
My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
- Sharon Doubiago
Wishing my beautiful MAMA and all of the beautiful MAMAs on the planet a blessed Mother's Day...and every other day too...
My first Mother's Day....and he is already calling me MA-MA...
My mother is a poem
I'll never be able to write,
though everything I write
is a poem to my mother.
- Sharon Doubiago
Wishing my beautiful MAMA and all of the beautiful MAMAs on the planet a blessed Mother's Day...and every other day too...
My first Mother's Day....and he is already calling me MA-MA...
Saturday, May 9
instinctive automatic love
detail from mixed media circa 2007
Love the whole world as a mother loves her only child.
- Buddha (563-483 B.C.)
How can we love the whole world when there are horrible human beings out there?
A mother loves her child (children) unconditionally and this love comes easily, without a second thought, it is an instinctive, automatic love. This is how we must love the whole world, without a second thought...not easy, but possible.....yes, anything is possible....
Love the whole world as a mother loves her only child.
- Buddha (563-483 B.C.)
How can we love the whole world when there are horrible human beings out there?
A mother loves her child (children) unconditionally and this love comes easily, without a second thought, it is an instinctive, automatic love. This is how we must love the whole world, without a second thought...not easy, but possible.....yes, anything is possible....
Friday, May 8
resistance, not the answer
2009 mixed media from a series in progress
excerpt from the book, The Art of Motherhood:
...As daughters, we are brought up to believe we can achieve anything if we work for it, and this assumption, for many, leads to long, high-powered careers in which people do what we suggest...Then comes motherhood. Suddenly, we're not in charge. A tiny thing that can't walk or talk decides when (or if) we get dressed, when we eat or chat, whether we go out (probably not), and where (somewhere with child-friendly feeding rooms). Above all, it stops us sleeping. Resistance isn't the answer. By the birth of my third child, I finally got it: I should imagine I was a reckless student again for a few months, and everything would be fine - no set bedtime, no responsibilities, no deadlines that couldn't be extended, and no career plan. Long lie-ins and little afternoon snoozes; reading novels and watching daytime TV. Dashing from recently discovered coffee shop or gallery to tea at a new friend's apartment. I felt lost and out of my depth, but exhilarated by the sense of a new life unfolding, every relationship being reevaluated, and endless possibilities opening up...
- Susannah Marriott © 2004
letting go of control
going with the flow
perfect imperfection
reevaluating relationships...for I am no longer the same person
I am a mother now...
excerpt from the book, The Art of Motherhood:
...As daughters, we are brought up to believe we can achieve anything if we work for it, and this assumption, for many, leads to long, high-powered careers in which people do what we suggest...Then comes motherhood. Suddenly, we're not in charge. A tiny thing that can't walk or talk decides when (or if) we get dressed, when we eat or chat, whether we go out (probably not), and where (somewhere with child-friendly feeding rooms). Above all, it stops us sleeping. Resistance isn't the answer. By the birth of my third child, I finally got it: I should imagine I was a reckless student again for a few months, and everything would be fine - no set bedtime, no responsibilities, no deadlines that couldn't be extended, and no career plan. Long lie-ins and little afternoon snoozes; reading novels and watching daytime TV. Dashing from recently discovered coffee shop or gallery to tea at a new friend's apartment. I felt lost and out of my depth, but exhilarated by the sense of a new life unfolding, every relationship being reevaluated, and endless possibilities opening up...
- Susannah Marriott © 2004
letting go of control
going with the flow
perfect imperfection
reevaluating relationships...for I am no longer the same person
I am a mother now...
Thursday, May 7
children loving our children
2009 mixed media from a series
Our babies cried when we left them and we cry when they leave us. Echoes. Proud almost to arrogance then, we pushed them about in their carriages. Dutifully, wearily now, they push us about in our chairs.I am holding my child as I type...I kiss his delicious cheeks and am just overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of both humility and honor...I am his mother, his mother...
Our children don't know us as we are now. Less do they know us as we were. Oh, how I wish they could have known us as we were. Do you think they would recognize their young selves in our young selves? I wish they could have seen us in all our clumsiness and selfishness, which is so like their own clumsiness and selfishness right now. There's another echo for you.
We believed the fairy tales we told our children and we loved them beyond reason even when we were green and bungling about it. We were children loving our children. And that's who we are still.
-Marlena De Blasi
Wednesday, May 6
in the eyes of mother
detail from an insect I found
Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
- Moorish Proverb
Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
- Moorish Proverb
Tuesday, May 5
anything is possible
2009 mixed media
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
What of our mothers follows and clings to us through life?
I rejoice in my Mother's belief that anything is possible...
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
What of our mothers follows and clings to us through life?
I rejoice in my Mother's belief that anything is possible...
Monday, May 4
paternal grand mother
my beloved Grand Mother, Maria Lidia Tercero Teran de Sacasa Sarria
Un día, una estrellita muy bonita fue hablar con el Padre Sol, pidiéndole un gran favor.
- Padre, yo sueño con ser Madre. Quisiera vivir en la tierra para sentir y amar hasta llorar.
--- Estrellita, hija mía, tu lugar es en el cielo, de donde puedes alumbrar y atravez de esa luz, amar.
- O, Padre Sol, te pido que me dejes caminar el mundo. Prometo llevar conmigo el manto de nuestra Madre María, ya que es por Ella que sueño con ser Madre un día.
excerpt from "Estrella Maruca" © 2005
The story is about a little star who dreams of becoming a mother...it was written for Grand Mother, in her honour.
Un día, una estrellita muy bonita fue hablar con el Padre Sol, pidiéndole un gran favor.
- Padre, yo sueño con ser Madre. Quisiera vivir en la tierra para sentir y amar hasta llorar.
--- Estrellita, hija mía, tu lugar es en el cielo, de donde puedes alumbrar y atravez de esa luz, amar.
- O, Padre Sol, te pido que me dejes caminar el mundo. Prometo llevar conmigo el manto de nuestra Madre María, ya que es por Ella que sueño con ser Madre un día.
excerpt from "Estrella Maruca" © 2005
The story is about a little star who dreams of becoming a mother...it was written for Grand Mother, in her honour.
Sunday, May 3
maternal grand mother
my beloved Grand Mother, Lillian Somoza Debayle de Sevilla-Sacasadaughter
the essence of
father and mother
priestess of earth
blessing the planet
with your birth
goddess divine
i honour you
grand mother and muse of mine
originally published in May 2007
celebrating Grand Mother on her birthday
the essence of
father and mother
priestess of earth
blessing the planet
with your birth
goddess divine
i honour you
grand mother and muse of mine
originally published in May 2007
celebrating Grand Mother on her birthday
Saturday, May 2
a mother's influence
Picasso and I share a special bond...he visits my dreams, often wearing sculpture, always telling stories...mixed media, 2009
Mi madre un día me dijo: "Si te haces soldado, serás General; si te haces monje, terminarás como el Papa." En cambio, me hice pintor y ahora soy Picasso.
One day, my mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you will be a general; if you become a monk you'll end up as the Pope." Instead, I became a painter and now I am Picasso.
- Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
How much influence do our mothers have on us...still...?
Mi madre un día me dijo: "Si te haces soldado, serás General; si te haces monje, terminarás como el Papa." En cambio, me hice pintor y ahora soy Picasso.
One day, my mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you will be a general; if you become a monk you'll end up as the Pope." Instead, I became a painter and now I am Picasso.
- Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)
How much influence do our mothers have on us...still...?
Friday, May 1
month of motherhood
a rose so blue it could only be for you
celebrating 9 months of motherhood...
he was in my womb for 9 months - a little less,
he was in a hurry and arrived early
my baby boy is 9 months old today,
an ideal way to begin the month of May
celebrating 9 months of motherhood...
he was in my womb for 9 months - a little less,
he was in a hurry and arrived early
my baby boy is 9 months old today,
an ideal way to begin the month of May
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