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WHEN IT RAINS…I PAINT. There is a storm moving in. I always welcome the rain with open arms and heart. Rain sets a magical, mellow tone that is perfect for painting. With the windows wide open, incense burning and paintbrush in hand ~ the journey begins.
This is the time for dreaming and creating. Everything seems to flow together and that is my recipe for sheer BLISS. I remember how I always LOVED “rainy day schedules” throughout my early school years and that LOVE has never died. I must be a mermaid in a parallel life….. swimming in an overflowing rainwater fountain in the middle of an art colony, surrounded by penny tossing, beautiful, free thinking, creative souls.
“HEY……It could happen”!!!
The stranger things become in this world ~ the call to artists becomes urgent and necessary. Creativity not only enhances our experiences, but I believe that creativity is the direct link to our Source. It is the energy that sustains our being. And it is as free as breathing. From my view point, creativity is the true pulse ~ rhythm ~ heartbeat of our life’s dance.

Last week we lost our main income in the great “kill off the workers” sweep that is taking place throughout this country, where I live. Personally, it has not gotten me down. It is actually an exciting time. Adventuring into the unknown is so much more thrilling than sitting in a state of fear, anxiety, worry, etc. Oddly, I am discovering that I only really allow myself to “fall apart” when things appear to be under control and running smoothly! During times of great transition, when most people would freak out, I seem to find peace, knowing that using my creativity will provide all that I need to stay in the moment. Since I now have a front row seat, I’m going to put on my rose colored glasses and watch it all go down. (while I’m painting, of course!)
The cups will continue to fill up and spill over. Regardless of what is being said about what is going on in the current world situations. I believe that there is abundance.
May every cup run over.
In the words of the late Dan Fogelberg, “Has it gotten so dark that you cannot remember the light”?
And in my words….let it rain and rain and rain……it will never put out my light. I’ve learned how to create fire by rubbing two sticks together when I venture into wild places.