My Muse & Me ~ A Feminine Expression

My dear friend Guru Kirn Kaur from New Mexico, took up her brush and has been lost to this passion since brush stroke and painted merged on canvas. An innately creative woman, this expression has awakened the creative muse within her in a way she has not experienced before and she is in LOVE!
Shiloh Sophia McCloud is an amazing artist and teaches workshops guiding women into a place of expression which is deeply moving, healing and expressive. The art created is rich and overflowing with beautifully invoking and evoking images from the soul, deeply healing the feminine in us all.
Guru Kirn mentioned that many of the pieces in the video were created by women who had never painted before. What amazing potential we all have sitting within the well of our creativity.
Take time to sit back and be present with the parade of feminine images presented through this video. The music is beautiful and the artwork stunning. A meditative break in the midst of your day. Enjoy.

Sheila Kelley & The New Wave of The Sacred Feminine ~ A Ted Talk

A woman I know was invited by Sheila Kelley, founder of S Factor to come and take a complimentary S Factor class. She fell in love with S Factor and immediately enrolled. She called me in tears saying the classes touched and moved something deep inside of her so profoundly she could not let it go. That a profound healing of her femininity and sexuality was unfolding moment by moment. When I last saw her I noticed not only how toned her body was but how confident she felt about herself, how she moved with a freedom and beauty and a smile on her face. I did not once hear her ask me “do I look okay in this, do you think I look fat, I hate this or that part of my body”. Her self-deprecation was just not there. She talked with love and enthusiasm about her love for S Factor and how thankful she is everyday that this came to her, that she gets to dance this beautiful body story, discover her “erotic creature” and play on the pole. With not once ounce of self-consciousness or embarrassment she offered to show me some of her dance. It was amazing and so beyond gorgeous. I am so pleased for her, for her ability to take the healing of her own sensual/sexual being in hand and own who she is.
I was recently sent this video of Sheila Kelley’s Ted Talk. Wow!! There is so much I could say here but Sheila says it all… and so passionately. Take time to watch, and pass it on.
 

Divine Mother ~ A Mothers Blessing

Divine Mother ~ A Mothers Blessing, Part III of the Divine Feminine Sacred Goddess Series.

Creating these videos are a time consuming labor of love, often taking months to gather and sort through images, including only those which truly express the particular energy I want to have resonate from the piece in alignment with the Sacred. The music is Mothers Blessing from Liberation’s Door by Snatam Kaur. It is very beautiful and invokes a heart essence of love and more love.

Mirabai Ceiba – Between the Shores of Our Soul

Mirabai Ceiba creates beautiful music! They have recently released a new cd of poetic songs from the works of Khalil Gibran and Rumi, melodious and pure, titled Between The Shores of Our Soul. Below is one of the tracks from their new cd titled Ocean of My Soul. The video is enchanting. .

 

Mirabai Ceiba Between The Shores of Our Souls

CD REVIEW: BETWEEN THE SHORES OF OUR SOULS
by Alan di Perna

Between the Shores of Our Souls is an album that enfolds you in a beautiful dream. Delicately wrought of shimmering sonic textures and soft, beguiling vocals, it is a dream woven from the eternal heart-play of divine love and romantic love. This intimate musical and lyrical space is a world well known to Mirabai Ceiba’s Markus Sieber and Angelika Baumbach, longtime lovers, partners in music, poetry, life and the shared path of the spirit.

Subtitled Songs of Love and Longing, the album draws from the divine poetry of Rumi and Khalil Gibran, two masters of a long literary tradition that takes the burning desire of earthly love as a metaphor for profound spiritual devotion, and vice versa. To this, Markus and Angelika add their own inspired lyrics in English and Spanish, not to mention their own distinctive musical sensibility.

Mirabai Ceiba brings something unique and entrancing to world devotional music—a sepia-toned European aesthetic. Between the Shores of Our Souls is bathed in a soft-hued aura of cinematic romance, tempered by a kind of Nick Drake/rainy afternoon introspection and the hazy impressionism of the Cocteau Twins, albeit rendered on acoustic instruments. For this is very much an acoustic album. A pristine recording by Chas Eller and Jamshied Sharifi puts you in a realm of the senses where you can palpably feel the gossamer touch of Angelika’s fingers on her harp and piano, the plangent depths of Markus’ guitar, the hushed rustle of the string quartet that embellishes many tracks. Through it all, Markus and Angelika alternate lead vocals like lovers playing a game of hearts. But the game grows most glorious when the duo’s voices twine in sweet octaves and harmonies.

Between the Shores of Our Souls is an album that is universal in its appeal, with enormous potential to transcend the “yoga music” market. For it speaks not of abstract spiritual concepts or exotic deities, but simply of love—something which resonates deeply in all our hearts. This is an album that whispers gently in your ear, a disc to spend some quiet time with either a loved one or alone with your own yearning heart. The dream it weaves will stay with you long after the last languid, hypnotic notes fade into the ether.

I Create Therefore I Am

If you are a regular reader of my blog you know I am relentless is stirring the creative juices; inciting, inviting, inspiring. Creation is the core of existence and the expression of Infinity. Creativity and artistry surround us everyday from the air we breathe, to the cloth we wear, the sound within our hearing… Creativity is our innate gift and birthright from the embrace of Divinity. We are creation and so we inherently create. We create from how we experience ourselves in the world and beyond the world. Creativity is exciting as it is in relation to our earthly life yet lives beyond time and space and takes us into our infinite self. Creativity is alive with a pulse and purpose released through the collaboration between ourselves and the creative muses which exist as sources of provocation and inspiration. Creativity is organic, elemental, soul inspired, ultimate expression, purposeful ~ purposeless, for the sheer love of the creation.

Artistic expression is the pure form of creativity in motion. Sometimes it is grand, sometimes it is small. Always it is grand, always it is small. We create in our hearts eye, our minds eye before we ever embark upon the outward expression. Art begins in a humble and bold gesture of translating the internal into the external. It is a journey of articulation from vision to tangibility. When completed it will travel a path of its own, as it rides its own scope, its own wave through the collective conscious and unconscious. There is no standard of judgment as art is…period. It is art when we prepare a cup of tea and it is art when we take medium to hand.

We are art, so be Art. As within, so without, the inside and the outside are the same. We are creativity and so therefore art and creativity surround us as well.  We co-operate in the great stewardship of abundance. None are exempt. Art and creativity are not respecters of persons, places or things. And hear this ~ Pure artistic expression is not classist, elitist, gender driven or economically motivated, nor does it bow or bend to powers which be, suffer suppression, acquiesce or defer to an authority outside of ourselves for it is the heart, the true voice of the individual and that cannot be touched no matter what circumstances one may live or what is done to the manifested expression. And once it is envisioned, once it enters the creative course, the heart, mind and expression of even one individual, it is then part of the whole. Once it is whispered, enters dreamtime, drops as a tear into the river of creative nectar, is exhaled on the breath, spoken in prayer and carried upon the current, it becomes. It blossoms forth and its seeds are scattered in the wind to land within the hearts and minds of those with “ears to hears and eyes to see”. Art restores; When broken create collages; mosaics. When whole revel in freedom. Use your senses, be boundless and limitless. Be your soul.

Art heals, balances, provokes. Be inspired. Be the master of your own creations, your own expression. Nothing is static, merge in the course of creative flow. Awaken and grow your creative self. Express your perspective ~ Be brave, Be bold, Hold your own spirit. Participate, elevate, ignite.

Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry:

1. Love of adventure.
2. Willingness to step into the unknown.
3. Desire for discovery.
4. Non-attachment to outcome.
5. Willingness to get lost.
6. Receptivity to get found.
7. Sense of humor.
8. Delight in sharing the process.
9. Capacity to stay present.
10. Acceptance of the unknown.
11. Devotion to trusting the process.
12. Disregard for approval or disapproval.
13. Self-permission to learn 1-12 over a lifetime.
14. Self-compassion.
15. Longing to bring harmony and beauty out of chaos.
16. Attitude of the alchemist: curious about impossibilities becoming possibilities.
17. Tenacity in staying true to what matters most to heart and soul, no matter what.
18. Capacity to begin anew when the ego says “why bother.”
19. Refusal to stay permanently discouraged.
20. Joy through playful surrender and creative collaboration.

*Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry excerpted via Huffington Post from:

The Soul of an Artist: Top 20 Characteristics to Invoke Your GPS  by Dr Cara Baker

Let Your Light Shine ~ Video Creativity

First new post in awhile, with summer arriving and spring waning, time has been been spent gardening, reveling in the sun and outdoor goodness, makes for less time indoors which results in the neglected blog.

So to remedy the dry spell and to celebrate the sacred and delightful, two videos for your viewing. The first video is Part 2 of the Divine Feminine Sacred Goddess Series I am slowly putting together ~ Lakshmi, a meditative video with music by Deva Premal. The second is a delightful video a friend ~ Bachan kaur created which is fun and has a great groove. An artist expressing her abundant creativity. Check them out and enjoy.

Divine Feminine Sacred Goddess Series: To view Part 1 ~ White Tara

 

Check out more of Bachan’s creative endeavors

The Power of Music ~ Can I Get A Witness!!

Take a little time out today to sing, dance, turn up the volume; make a happy noise, put a little tap in your step, feel the love, share the love and wing-up your soul! That’s right, don’t delay, put a smile in your heart and Go…

 

Smiles on the Metro

 

Music is The Sound of My soul

 

One World ~ Let’s Give Some Love Away

 

~Also a shout out to wimp.com another great source for innovative and delightful videos.

A TED Talks Twofer

TED Talks ~ I love them. When I get a moment and am so inspired, I take a gander into TED Talks land and see what is new and inspiring, innovative and revealing, expansive and cutting edge. There are many things happening in our world which bring concern and challenges… and there are many things which are instigating change in the way we think, live and experience, not only this planet but the greater realm of being and the vast complex existence we all share. Take a little time out for TED. Hear the voices and see the faces; smart, intelligent, compassionate, innovators… the list goes on and on, as we all do everyday.

 

For more TED

 

WAR ~ We Don’t Need No More Trouble…

“What we need is love to guide us and protect us on…”

War on the outside, war on the inside, war on the street, war in the home, war on the playgrounds, war on the continents; war in the heart, war in the spirit, war in the body, war in the mind. War is waring, war is wearying, war is worrying. War is the robber and thief, war is no respecter of anything animal, vegetable or mineral. War is ego unleashed, war is greed, war is taking. One step in greed is one step into war. All genocide is war. All prejudice is war. All hatred is war.

Tend to the war within, in the everyday conflicts which exist within the human condition. All human emotion and desires if left unchecked and mindless contain the seeds of war, for a war within maybe a tide which goes out… and “we don’t need no more trouble”; I don’t need no more trouble.

Take a pledge to be mindful of the war within and tend to the tides which hold potential to breach shores of trouble… duality, greed, ego, comparison, covetousness… Look to oneself, not our governments to stop war by not taking up arms against oneself or another. Practice right speech, right action, right thoughts which serve the fullness of love, forgiveness and kindness. Agree to disagree, allow confusion, distrust and uncertainty without having to take action against it. Do not force resolution. Find your peace within and let its seed take root and foster in the fertile soil of ONE HEART. Look to oneself in Divine connection/correction and send out flowers of great beauty to lay at the feet of one’s enemies, even if they be our own.

“Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Matthew 7:3

Playing For Change

~ To My Old Master ~

In August of 1865, a Colonel P.H. Anderson of Big Spring, Tennessee, wrote to his former slave, Jourdan Anderson, and requested that he come back to work on his farm. Jourdan — who, since being emancipated, had moved to Ohio, found paid work, and was now supporting his family — responded spectacularly by way of the letter seen below (a letter which, according to newspapers at the time, he dictated).   Via: Letters of Note

(Source: The Freedmen’s Book; Image: A group of escaped slaves in Virginia in 1862, courtesy of the Library of Congress.)

Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams’s Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson.

 

A Little Here, A Little There, A Little Everywhere

I will be away for the next 10 days to 2 weeks. In the meantime I am posting a few “love” notes. . .

~ Be happy, be well, be mindful, be kind, be the One you have been waiting for ~ “work out your own salvation with awe and trembling”, the journey of life . . . and know that God is GOOD. Share goodness and drop all the other b.s., look to the heart and live the truth of your existence, know who you SERVE, be brave, bold and beautiful, and don’t forget to pray and dance, my favorite Supersize!! life combo.

Start with a little POV (point of view via karmatube)

Boonaa Mohammed “Kill Them With Love”

 

A little music for the love of voice.

Edith Piaf ~ C’est Un Monsieur Très Distingu

 

Fear A Bhata ~ Niamh Parsons

 

Wise words from my wise brother Tim . . .”Faith is not built so much on what God has done in the lives of others.  Faith is built on remembering what God has done in each of our lives personally.  Faith is built on remembering…”

Remember creativity is limitless . . .

Beautiful Day

It’s a beautiful day!

It is a beautiful summer day. The sun is shining, birds singing, butterflies flitting, blossoms blooming. There is much happening in our world these days to cast a shadow upon the light; yet again it is a beautiful day. All the tumultuous  and raucous echoes of hardship and grief bounce off the surfaces to rebound rebound rebound; yet it is a beautiful day. The burden of loss sifts into the floorboards and becomes the dust we wash from our feet; yet it is a beautiful day. Things beyond our control burn up the crops, flood the plains and break the shoreline; yet it is a beautiful day. All the rockin’ and rollin’ of the physical planet and Her inhabitants is dizzying; yet it is a beautiful day. In the midst of one thing, there is another. . . and it is a beautiful day.


Beautiful Day ~ original poem by Sadh Bakshish Kaur

Beautiful Day by Aykanna

Original mandala artwork by Paul Heussenstamm

Via ~ Via

I wonder why it is, that young men are always cautioned against bad girls. Anyone can handle a bad girl. It’s the good girls men should be warned against. David Niven

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Two incredibly beautiful songs from the newly released CD I Am Thine by Jai-Jagdeesh

With You

I Am Thine

All We Are Saying Is Give Peace A Chance ~ Still & Still & Still

In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan, armed with a reel-to-reel tape deck, snuck into John Lennon’s hotel room in Toronto and convinced John to do an interview. This was in the midst of Lennon’s “bed-in” phase, during which John and Yoko were staying in hotel beds in an effort to promote peace. 38 years later, Jerry has produced a film about it. Using the original interview recording as the soundtrack, director Josh Raskin has woven a visual narrative which tenderly romances Lennon’s every word in a cascading flood of multipronged animation. Raskin marries traditional pen sketches by James Braithwaite with digital illustration by Alex Kurina, resulting in a spell-binding vessel for Lennon’s boundless wit, and timeless message.

Taken from I Met The Walrus by Josh Raskin

 

Color Me Ageless

One of my very favorite blogs is Advanced Style. Ari Seth Cohen interviews and photographs women around NYC who capture his attention with their style, grace and beauty. The women are all of a “certain age” who defy the concept of aging with vigor and aplomb. This little blog has become my Saturday morning delight as I sit with my toast and tea, taking in the delightfully spunky personalities, personal artistic, stylish expression and the unabashed freedom these women embody. Below are three videos Ari recently posted.

Zelda, in her 90’s, has a love of textiles and cloth, wearing her self-designed creations whenever she leaves her home to let the beauty of the weavers art tell its story.

Ruth is 99 years old, is studying Pilates and still pulls her mat out regularly to move her body with the mantra “Just do it”

Ilona is an artist and recently resurrected performance artist who fills her life with color, teaching and intelligent expression. AND do not miss her eyelashes!

So share the love of all things woman and dust of your colorful self, dance a wild woman dance across the floor and giggle like a young girl at the sheer joy of life. Grab your brightest scarf or don your most amazing earrings as you head out the door – take a walk, qi gong your body, yoga your being, swim your senses, bike under beautiful blue sky, marshal your wisdom; let the world smile at the rainbow of your life ~ AND ~ make sure you smile first!!

On A Clear Day You Can See

Yesterday was a day of dismal weather. Lately we have had days filled with gray skies, cloud cover, wind, more wind – and snow. Yes it is almost the first of May, but this is Central Oregon, and she continues to defy seasonal character, choosing to be mercurial and independent.

I was headed out for an early meeting. As I prepared to leave, I knew I needed to grab a CD and I was specific about my choice, i.e, voice and vibration. I rolled through my list, ” books, bag, tea, sunglasses, extra pen, address for GPS, CD – and I was out the door.  Destination bound I traveled down the road as I sipped my mate` and the CD played.  East by east  the skies deepened into even deeper shades of gray  and there it was- snow. On the trees, settled onto the ground, sprinkled upon the windshield, gray gray skies … and I felt myself begin to slip into an emotional malaise which revealed itself through a definitive

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Oh, I did not expect this, caught by surprise, it crept in soft as a cat, curled up around my feet, my ankles. I could feel the weight and ensuing emotions.  I wanted to turn towards home, grab a blanket, a cup of tea and grumble “call me what this nonsense is done and spring lets her spirit rule”. Oh so pitiful, spring being petulant, moody; it roused my emotions to join. Such a dramatic shift. And it struck me I didn’t want to head into a meeting with grayed emotions and a cloudy countenance fueled by diminished ojas* and auric atrophy.  And I would choose this? I felt stirred to say, “wait a minute, is this what I want  to bring to this day, acquiescing to vacillating emotions. I have places to go and things to tend, nor the time or energy to indulge any said whims my emotional nature is feeling entitled too”. There are days to tuck in, read a book, drink tea and dream spring,  this was not one of them. My attention tuned into the beautiful angelic voice which streamed forth from the speakers; inviting, reminding, whispering in the sound current ~

“Aad Such Jugaad Such Hai Bhee Such Nanak Hosee Bhee Such . . .  Lord make me an instrument of Thy peace, where there is hatred let me sow love . . .”

I sat up straight, took a long deep breath,  “this is not what I choose” and intentionally began to bring my energy up Up UP. Inhale, exhale, I gathered what had settled around my feet and ankles. Inhale, exhale,  expanded and connected with my navel point, vibrating the solar plexus and shifting my energy. Stabilized, energized, elevated – inhale, exhale; Ground, shift. And there I was, smiling and seeing how beautiful the last snows of the season looked upon the land. How clean and crisp the air is as the snow sweeps the sky with the delicate lace of icy fingers. I looked upon the transition of season as tulips, daffodils, hyacinths . . .  and snow settled upon bursts of color. Life travails in birthing and so it seems does spring in the high desert. She  moves slowly yet steadily, releasing winters nature.

Gone were the depleting limiting emotions clamoring for time and attention. Present was choice. Seems a simple thing and in awareness it is, but without it I ran the risk of giving away the beauty, power and intention of the day. And what a loss it would have been. I followed the subtle voice and grabbed a CD, an awareness of choice exercised. In the moment of “drop” I clearly heard a true  and clear note, illuminating a path away from derailing emotions. There is certainly a place for emotion, bringing richness and awareness in it own right, but when unbalancing emotions threaten to get the best of me I am thankful for having powerful tools available to shift and balance myself so I am better served. If I am better served, then I can better serve. And that is the name of  no game, but the powerful choice of mastery ~ and as my friend Tarn Kaur says ~ God is good.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

Amen.

St. Francis of Assisi – 13th century

Servant of Peace ~ Snatam Kaur

*Ojas – A Sanskrit word meaning “vigor”.  Ojas is both the gateway and the container. It is the gateway between consciousness and physiology, between spiritual and material.

Punjab Panache ~ Pakistan Fashion Week

March 29th was the kick-off of PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week in Lahore, Pakistan. Pakistan is new to the Fashion Week circuit, this being its third year, organized by the Pakistan Design Fashion Council. The week showcased 36 designers.The colors, textures and cuts are beautiful. Thought you might like a look…

Gallery Photo Links:

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For more coverage and information: fashion.telegraph.co.uk