Well, sometimes it’s fun to just dance around the studio in between painting and doing intuitive readings. I need music in the studio, and gravitate to English pastoral when I’m in a certain mood, or to Eldon Taylor’s Innertalk sounds, or Jonathan Goldman (spiritual in feeling). There is a huge range to match my many moods, but I must say Amy Winehouse was is fun to listen to, and I loved sketching her likeness.
This is a photograph of my son, taken by Simon Boughton (my husband). For more on the Shema, click here.
“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18: 2-6
I love self-discovery and the feeling I get when I really, really understand situations and life issues. I offer readings because this kind of search for self and for self-truth provides peace and a feeling of closeness to the divine. It isn’t about getting answers in order to manipulate the world, or having to go to some outside source for answers, it’s really about going inward and feeling the entire universe open up there, the mystery and the creative bliss, the soul energy that is the true divine within. Life is one big vision quest and we are not separate from the ultimate creative life force. For Psychic-Intuitive readings click here
Someone once told me about a dream they had with a wolf in it. This person was about to follow in his father’s footsteps and would inherit the responsibilities of the family business. He was okay with that decision, but one night had a dream that he was in the woods and a wolf was chasing him. He ran and ran from the wolf, but finally the wolf caught up with him. As he stared at the wolf, the wolf sat up and removed a mask from it’s face. The wolf removed it’s own wolf-mask, and the person dreaming saw his own face there in place of the wolf face. This dream is important because when the dreamer awoke, he felt he was making a mistake in his career choice, and no longer felt that he should follow in his father’s footsteps. Instead, he felt he should become a teacher. The wolf in the dream had pursued him, caught him and revealed himself to him! He was meant to become a teacher, and this is what he has done with his life. If you have wolf in your dreams, there is probably something in you that longs to teach others, and you will not be able to run from it.
This is a page from my first book for children, PUP IN SCHOOL (Crown/Random House/1992). I created this picture book especially for my classroom at the Atrium School, a wonderful school founded by Ginny Kahn. I loved the way five and six year olds are discovering the world and seeing magic in it all, yet life’s challenges are ever present. In this scene, Pup and his friends take magnifying glasses out and hunt for “magic rocks”. Rodney-Dog in the background wants to join in but does not know how, and will over assert himself in a moment. The book is really about bullying, but I didn’t want to label children as bullies or victims. I wanted to use dog children as opposed to human figures, because it was emotionally safer and all children were able to see the behavior better that way, without feeling singled out. When I drew stories in class to talk about relationship issues, I found that dog and cat kids helped everyone feel okay about sharing thoughts and seeing behaviors that should be changed. Today our culture is so full of hurt and worry, meanness and anxiety around this issue of bullying, and I’m glad we’re way more alert than we used to be about it (or I hope). The Atrium School is a fantastic example of how to address the subject. At Atrium, the motto is “Respect yourself, respect others, respect the environment” and I live by that motto today, or try to.
My first trip across the Atlantic was to Ireland. I always thought my Irish great-great grandmother, who was a Sullivan (or O’Sullivan), must have arranged it from heaven, that Ireland should be my first place ever to go so far from home. My heritage is mostly English (with some Welsh in their, too) and yet I imagine the Irish Lady gave me her country to see first, from her perch on high. I took my small sketchbook everywhere there, captivated by the rich greenery of course, and the fairy ring forts and the cows and the blue and green eyes of some of the Irish people, that magical starry glint in them. I sketched the children often. At the National Museum, I see I made faint little renderings of some of the relics. My absolute favorite is the tiny “Viking Baby Boot”. I remember my delight that day seeing the tiny, limp fold of leather and the toe of the booty, all the color of cinnamon. I wondered at little baby that once was! The wee bairn, babe of fierce vikings. You never much think of the babies of vikings when you think of vikings. That was a shift in my mindset, to imagine the littlest vikings. Of course, St. Bridget’s Shoe is also wonderful, something romantic about it, something holy.
All this snow has so much character. When the big snow came, leaving a perfect counterpane of fluffy white down, we rejoiced (no school!) and then as the days went on, the snow looked like great sections of white styro-foam. It was thick and protective of whatever it covered. In time, and after freezing rain, it became a crème brulee, a thin layer of hard sugar coating over a sumptuous pudding of snow. It was so much fun to crash through, to push on and break, I imagined a giant having it for dessert. And now, all the foot prints we made across the vast whiteness are slightly iced-over, so you can re-step into them and they maintain the former shoe-imprint shape for you. There is black ice out there and some crusty continents to explore, a good 15 inches deep, all of it so fresh scented. I remember breathing the snowy air while skiing at Longshore last year, and we’ve done so this year, this lovely snow is so inviting. And now some more is rolling in by midnight, I hear. I love the hush-hush feeling of new fallen snow, and the way the world looks transformed, even after enjoying the 15 inches left here for us, I can’t wait for the new snowflakes to fall.
Your journal will talk to you and show you so much about life, about you, about love and energy. The sketchbook journals I keep never stop giving me happiness and teaching me. Click here for ILLUMINARA INTUITIVE JOURNAL with CARDS (this is my love of journaling and I’m sharing it with the world).
This is the splendid work of artist and author Ray Cullis. This lovely cat is done in graphite and shows a lot of texture as well as personality. I asked Ray what got him into art and he told me he loved comic book characters as a kid, and drew them, at about age 8, which lead to a career in commercial art. Ray also told me, “Intuition guides me as I work and tells me when a piece is finished.” I relate to that, of course! I also am very interested in HEALING HANDS, HEALING WORDS (A.R.E. Press) and another one of Ray’s books, “THE SECRET LIFE OF GOD” which is described as ” a rollicking spiritual adventure spiced with paranormal intrigue and outrageous humor”. To learn more about Ray Cullis, his art and books, click here.