it is true.

my gorgeous friend juliana.

"The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep."
~ Jalaluddin Rumi


What to say, what to say, what to say?
My days have been filled...
The veneer of normal day is becoming more transparent,
and I see gentle rainbows forming in the liquid nature of life.

Serendipity, ritual and consciousness become a part of every day.
Connections and friendships forged on matters of the soul.
Learn my lessons, and re-learn them again.

I lay on my green couch as a gentle spring breeze wafts through,
reading the transcendental "Be Here Now" by Ram Dass.
I don't get it all now. But I don't need to get it all now.
As he says ~

"You've got to go
at the rate
you can go.

You wake up
at the rate
you wake up.

You're finished with your desires
at the rate
you finish with your desires.

You can't rip
the skin off the snake.
The snake must moult the skin.
That's the rate it happens."

So I live life at Leonie~Pace.
It doesn't need to be any other way.


Drink up them creative juices ~

:: Robert Genn's article on Creating or Consuming - living the authentic life.
:: Keri Smith writes about Doing it anyway - creating courageously.
:: Am *drinking up* the SEED Handbook by Lynne Franks. If you're an artist, writer or goddess with a seedling of a business idea, this book will comfort you and help you lovingly deal with those businessy things that you'd usually prefer to run shreaking from.
:: Eyeing off the book 52 Projects - Random Acts of Everyday Creativity
:: and HURRAH for the Illustration Friday Art Forums!


And tomorrow...
it is MONDAY! My art day Mondays!

But right now... I am right here. Writing to you.
Right here now, I remember the sight of heart flowers blooming, both yours and mine,
and in the highest, most sacred and knowing place of myself,
I know this to be true.

Stall at Old Bus Depot Markets

I'm having a stall with art on sale at the Old Bus Depot Markets in Kingston, Canberra on ~

Saturday 17 December
10am - 4pm

Put it in your calendars people... and I'll see your smiling faces there!

goddess of the garden: where the wild things are

She is wildish, deeply sentimental,
has earth beneath her nails,
and is at home beneath the sky.

She is vivacious,
gently speaks of her truth,
and fills her house with vases of roses.

Dragonflies and butterflies flit out from the tangles that are her hair.
She evokes the energy of Gaia, earth mama goddess.

She is the goddess of the garden,
the womyn who dances barefoot in all of us
whether we walk on cow trodden paths in the morning before the heat comes,
or tend to flowers in windowsills as we gaze out onto the street below.


She is love,
she is the tender moment,
the sweet smelling of roses
at dawn.

she is where the wild things are
inside us.
where the kangaroos stride
the buffalo run
the elephants, the bears,
the winged ones.
she is the wolf,
and she is the most delicate of petals.

~

see where more of the wild things are at Studio Friday