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Well, guess what I did in January……and February.   Move! That’s what I did. I couldn’t seem to find half a brain to write a full sentence, so here is my first attempt, which is a joint project from my on-line art processing class and a little SoulCollage review.  Also in the midst of moving, and three weeks leading up to the grand date, I was flattened and exhausted from severe bronchitus, which stuck like super-glue. Yes, like the tinman, I was seriously lacking in brainpower.

movingSo we have landed for the moment (a six month moment), for the apartment complex neglected to notify us that they were not putting us into the one we had agreed to be on the waiting list for, but a handicap accessible one.  There is pro and con about where a brand new “what we expected unit” is worth a move, but I fear the pro is going to win out.

 

Napkinwriter now shares a deed completed before a group call tomorrow in some of the art processing and writing exploration I’ve been doing.

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A DIFFERENT LOCATION, THE SAME JOURNEY

Cover for Klews  (Clues) SoulCollage exploration. The prompt is still…..”the direction is UP……the word is UP……the direction is New? or just everything Old is New again in QuestPath Journey? My love and I travelled UP to the top of the Eiffel Tower in May 2000, on a very, very windy day.We looked across a wide expanse of peoples and buildings and landmarks, wondering what marks lay ahead for us in our life journey together. 17 years later, Many paths led out from the center, just as the streets below formed diagonal slices of the pie of life. We have tasted many flavors. Some tart, some oh so very sweet.

 

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SoulCollage Klews for UP. Six of the twelve I found in my deck. Left to Right: She has always known her work to be among the people and based in love. She has stretched, she has served faithfully, and along the way, she has found both people and methods to balance an ego, once upon a time, so very, very frightened and unworthy. She has had some surprises, maybe more than her share, but the fire of Spirit burned brightly within, ego took a spectator seat and when she landed in strange lands, her non-GPS guided Intuition piloted her safely on to the next adventure. She relied more and more on the balance within her Soul. She swings high on the winds of the mystery of money supply and management, so many times called to follow “where others feared to go”, and it all seems to be working out ok. The muted swan, her throat chakra, needed a full long life experience to hear itself.

 

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2nd half of life with SoulCollage Klews: Under the mighty power of the horse, she found the powers of the Universe were with her when she was aligned with her purpose, something she had read so very much about before she believed and experienced it and continued to notice it. She thinks it was there all the time. She just had to NOTICE. Always UPward in open heart and in her travels, always, always. Now, white hair adorned, a contemplative flame burns in her soul and her prayer, and she contemplates a busy, busy, filled, and purposeful life scheduled across her daytime planners, and realizes, it is almost March 2017 and she has not yet purchased a planner for this year. What does Intuition have to do with this? She BELIEVES, as the butterfly, her soulsymbol leads upwards on the golden road that she is to breathe deeper, rest sounder, move when motivated and encourage that look on her face to widen, which seems to say, the critics’ time is past….enjoy, celebrate and even, my dear, even boast your magnificence along the way to this point. Just see what’s in front of you; what’s over the hill will come in view when it’s time and you are totally supported in it. You continue to choose well.

 

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Practice, practice, practice…..this will come back.

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We have moved and lived in a lot of houses over the years. Our home in Newton, NC had the prettiest front door we have ever had. It was built by a man, who lived across the street from us, and he and his wife became our good friends, Terry and Judy Rhead. Neighbor friends on our other side of us Lois and Jim, — the six of us were a little neighborhood in our own. Terry and Judy’s back yard looked like an English garden. None of us are in that neighborhood anymore. Jim and Lois moved back to Jim’s home town of Cleveland Ohio where he passed from cancer. Terry and Judy are back in Terry’s homeland of Wales. We hope to visit them there one day. And Lois moved back to her home in Upper State NY where she carries on ministry work and tells the next best joke she knows. What a nice little slice of life that was for us.

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I don’t collect great art but I do appreciate it when I get to look at it. Black and white photography inspires me. Watercolor amazes me and makes me want to pick up a brush.

I discovered I have many unused pads of art paper and also some sizable pieces of expensive watercolor art paper that are left over from my initial attempts to form some images on paper about fifteen years ago from a couple of expert instructors. I don’t know if my watercolors are any good this late in the game, but as I moved them once more, I vowed to use some “dream-time” up in putting some color on paper, just for the fun of it.

I love photography and I moved all my family records and my contemplative photography along with me to our new home. “Someday”, when I’m not painting or writing or teaching or doing Reiki healing, I want to team those photographs up with Scripture verse or my own writing and create “On Holy Ground” greeting cards.

Then there are those journals. Years and years of journals! I understand I can “harvest” those and replant new seeds from ideas scrawled in time to make a future field of enjoyable prose or poetry.

All of these things, I thought about as trip after trip these materials waited their turn to be lifted, carried, and transported to a new safe place of storage by me. I easily have twenty-five years of ways I can entertain myself with these and my multitude of stored computer files. I can’t afford to wait for rainey days, there is too much fun to be had.

But it is the pictures on the wall that I delay taking down until absolutely necessary I find I’ve been consistent with in changing locations. And then the new search, for just the right spot, for just the right image. Some are family records, but many are special images I’ve had with me for many years.

I’ve never gone out to purchase new decor when we move. I just bring what already speaks to me and find its new place on the wall. I realize the images really speak to me, support me and give me joy in being in my dwelling and I truly realize I am very aware of their presence in my life. They “fill me up”.

I’m always a little sad when one needs to be put aside, that it just doesn’t fit. But I usually get 90% on display again. I look at the bare walls of our new home and they will stay bare until my pictures and I have some discussions and temporary placings. When it is right, I will know it.

Four year old granddaughter Amy gets a desk space in my new creative room and I’ve found two of my water colors from years ago. One of Winnie the Pooh in Hundred Acres Woods, I painted for now 16 year old Devon when she was a toddler. And another special one of  “little Sue” dancing on a rainbow. I never framed either one. Now I will and I will hang them above Amy’s table and put a cork board below them for her creations.

That is the only spot I have figured out so far.

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