New Life Pushes Up

New Life Pushes Up

ExpressiveArtsBreakthroughPolitical upheaval, economic uncertainty, bigotry, angry rhetoric. And it’s hotter than hell outside.

It all weighs heavily on me as I drive to my weekly “Mindfulness in Art” class.

“Today we’ll go a little deeper,” the teacher says, “letting whatever wants to rise up spill out onto the paper. Not from up here,” she continues, tapping her forehead with her index finger. “Don’t think. Feel.”

The brush moves in my hand, collecting color and laying it down. Jagged black lines rend the empty white field of paper.

My stomach hurts. My head resists. I don’t want to be here this morning. I should be home writing. I wish I hadn’t signed up for this class. This is a waste of time.

The brush keeps moving. Bruises rise in black and blue, like mountains too tired to stand any longer. Parched, cracked earth mutates into broken bones. The ravaged multitudes cry enough! no more! as flames of collapse and destruction blaze hotter and higher.

None of this comes from “up here” in my head. The brush moves first, the story comes after.

Fifty dead in an attack on a gay nightclub. Two more black men die at the hands of police. Terrorists attack an airport in Istanbul. California burns while West Virginia floods. Deadly tornado in China and a super typhoon bearing down on Taiwan. The presidential election resembles a circus act as we once more contemplate our civil duty to vote for the lesser of two evils.

Somewhere above this battered broken plain of pain and dysfunction a light shines. It beckons. New green life pushes up through the torn earth, growing from the wounded place, watered with our tears.

Wing Whisperer

Wing Whisperer

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11″x14″ Mixed Media on Aquabord

I am the one who brings the gift of freedom

I am the one who helps you to find your wings, for they are already yours, hiding within you just waiting for your heart’s invitation to unfold

I am the one who sees your unique beauty, the colors that are yours alone

I am the one who opens my hands in release

I am the one who watches in gratitude and delight as you climb into the sky

I am the witness to your flight

I am the grounded presence that holds space for your freedom

I am passion and power, and these I give to you through grace

I am the one with open eyes, open heart, open hands

I look skyward into the realm of Spirit

I am a priestess, an alchemist, a sorceress of light and transformation

I am the freer of dreams

I am Wing Whisperer


Recently I had the honor of creating my first commissioned piece for a client. She had a clear idea of what she wanted and the meaning she wanted it to convey. It was both challenging and fun to interpret her vision through my own heart and hands, translating its beauty and depth through paint and paper. When I finished the piece, I wasn’t sure what to call it so I decided to use the “I am the one who . . .” reading process that I learned in SoulCollage®. I let the woman in the painting speak and learned that her name is Wing Whisperer.

We all have wings waiting to unfold. May you find your own Wing Whisperer (hint: she may be inside of you) so you can spread your wings and fly, coloring this world in a way that only you can.