Recent Spirit Painting: In the Garden of Time

This is a recent Spirit Painting/2012

In this Spirit Painting meditation, I felt so moved by a sense of time–the time we experience as humans which helps us learn, initiating us for new life adventures. Sometimes we say that the past repeats itself and we have similar things happen to us over and over.  That is usually for me a sign that there is some lesson I am not getting, or something more I need to grasp and understand in order to move forward. This painting for me is about the structure of our sense of self, how it can change through life lessons and how learning through increments of time affords us the sense of initiation, shaping in us courage, integrity and endurance.


Are the Good Days Gone? We Can Bring Them Back


This is a drawing I did wanting to capture the magic of winter in New England as I saw in books as a kid-not sure when I made this but I think in 1999.

At this time of year, living in an area of small New England towns, I always looked forward to the first big snowfall. I find that after the tragedy not quite a week ago in Newtown, a very familiar neighboring town, I can’t be happy about winter or almost anything, the grief is still too strong.  Yet, I am proud of the people there and how they have shown the world what compassion, heroism and dignity looks like. I am in awe of the way parents have honored their innocent, lost children. And I hope we’ll learn something from this. Quaint New England towns as well as any town or city in the world do not need semi-automatic assault rifles. You don’t need them for the sport of hunting or for any other reason. And it should be easier to get mental health support than it is to buy one of those or any other gun. This will be a long, sorrowful winter and future for our country if we do not honor life, love and abundance over death, destruction and hell. I can’t accept that all our happy days are gone and children being safe and loved can only be found in old books that no longer resemble our present times.

Drawing Will Connect You to Intuitive Knowing

I’ll be on Hay House Radio today at 2 pm EST, on PROVOCATIVE ENLIGHTENMENT with Eldon Taylor. Join me to talk about intuitive knowing, drawing and your creative, imaginative essence.

This is one of my recent Intuitive Stream Drawings/2012

In my new book with Beyond Words/Simon and Schuster, due out 2014, I explore the ways in which drawing can connect us to our innermost sense of wellbeing; our intuitive and everlasting essence. I’ve said for decades that drawing  has the power to shift us into the divine realm, where imagination and expressive creative force thrives within us. With this book I am offering drawing as a tool for discovery and intuitive sensing, a way to feel your purpose and creative empowerment.

In the drawing above, what I call an “Intuitive Stream Drawing”, I have meditated for a client prior to an intuitive reading and this is one of 4 ways that I see into the drawing (colored in are some specifics). What became evident to me in this view is that animal spirits/nature spirits abound and hold deep meaning for the client. Each animal has multitudes of meaning.  There is a cat, signifying mystery and intuitive knowledge and more, a moose which instantly made me think of self esteem and a bull or rhino (holding your ground and/or being willful or even stubborn for bull and rhino for me has to do with desire and rarity as the horns are thought to be aphrodisiac). These are just some things that come to mind and heart while gazing at this imagery. And at the bottom, at the root, there is a drummer.

I asked this client during the reading if she was aware of having a really serious connection to nature, and I wondered aloud if she had Native American roots or perhaps spiritual guides at this time.  I also told her that instead of her drawing showing a chakra chart (with imagery from head to toe through each chakra) which is the norm, her drawing was one-of-a kind in that it was more of a totem to me, and that animals seem to leap out of it. She said very little at first, but finally when I told her there was a drummer at the root, she told me that she is half Native American and that her husband is a drummer. These things are important to her and the drawing seemed to reaffirm her sense of herself and her life mission. She longs to recapture the beliefs and wisdom of her Native ancestors after putting it all on hold for years, and the intuitive stream drawing was reminding her that wisdom is hers. The reading was exciting for me because of the unique way it spoke to both me and the client. We ended the reading with a conversation about listening and absorbing nature by, at first, taking quiet walks. I look forward to hearing from this client what messages and guidance she will receive as she aligns with her truest nature and deep intuitive gifts.

The Separation and Harmony of Snow

This was a painting commission I created for Heather Strauch, PT/ 2010,inspired by winter

I woke up this morning recapturing the feeling I had as a child just before Christmas, and thinking of how, for me, Christmas is about Jesus and snow.

Laying there half asleep this morning, I felt that pleasant stirring at the heart chakra, remembering how those images on cards and in figurines of a baby effected me as a child. This baby, poor, innocent and vulnerable, born into a wretched circumstance was also held, protected, cherished. That image of Mary holding a baby in a barn got an important point across to me: that no matter how low we humans can go whether at birth or later in life, love preserves us, we are majestic to the core, even at our most vulnerable point.

After getting up, I kept thinking of how mankind has longed for God, and wished for there to be no separation from God.  I sank into memories or the feeling of my perception of God at that time, as a kid at Christmas. God, I understood, was omnipotent but willing to breech the divide between earth and sky is as if, after a long time coming, God finally got it and came down to we banished children of Eve.  All that deeply devoted reverence of the earliest scribes of monotheism, “God is One”, finally had a pay-off in that God now had to suffer a little bit like we have to, so maybe now he’ll be able to help us a little more? Yes, I figured he would, for sure. Maybe He’d protect me from the evil math teacher I had to encounter each day, in utter horror and fear. Or maybe He’d at least see what I was enduring in her class (and hopefully severely punish her, I prayed). He might even send Jesus to appear before her, as she taunted me with Cuisenaire Rods, and gaze at her with pity for her actions toward me, those flashing eyes clearly saying, “How could you? I know how Elaine feels. You should be ashamed of yourself.” I’d picture her cowering under the beams of light flashing from his eyes, realizing her great error and weeping in sorrow. These were my thoughts as a young Catholic kid praying to God to take away my burdens and suffering. As a kid with troubles that kids can have, I got that there was not to be a separation from me and God, only a connection and one that had meaning in my everyday life. Jesus never appeared and chastised her as far as I know but I held tight to the prayer as I suffered through that school year.

As I got ready for the day, I appreciated how we grow away and learn from past suffering, and suddenly realized how suffering is a huge part of Christmas. Suffering and the alleviation of suffering. And this is where the snow enters in for me. When it snows, I feel such a sense of harmony. And as it snows, often the divide between sky and earth blurs and everywhere is glistening white.  There is for a magical interlude no separation from earth and sky, it all becomes one swirl of magic. And of course I always had the image of Saint Nicholas trudging through the snow to put gifts at the ends of the beds or in the shoes of very poor children while they slept. Wasn’t he so good? Bishop Nicholas thought to give poor, innocent children what they lacked, and I liked hearing of it. And he left foot prints in the snow which said that the separation from harmony when we are at our worst times on earth ends when our suffering is alleviated, or when we end the suffering of another.

As I  headed to the studio for the day, I thought of how snowflakes remind me of a celebration, the kind that says we’ve reached some point at the end of suffering. The snowflakes drift down, nature’s confetti, each one magical and unique beyond comprehension, and gone forever in a quick fractal of time. They fall more than a millionfold from sky softly to earth and only last for a while–just like us–and seem to whisper secrets of the universe. When it snows, I run out to it as those crystals come down, making splendid designs on my face, my arms, my open hands. They cover everywhere and everything in silence, transforming everything and making it all feel that it is true, we are One.

UFO Dream: Geometric Space Craft

from my sketchbook/UFO Dream 2012

In April, I dreamed I was in Russia, on a beach. There was some politician in the sea, and others seemed to be rushing to help him. It was dusk or dawn and the sky was filled with stars. Small bubbles started to flow toward me. I knew that it could not be rain as it was starry out. Full galaxies of bubbles started to flow from the sky, toward me and the swept through me! Then suddenly, I was out in the country, in a field. I looked up because there were fighter jets up there. They soared by, but then I noticed above that, there were UFOs. Other people saw them, too. I could see that one craft turned all it’s pieces in a “click” –they were shimmering iridescent geometric shapes that all fit together to create the craft, with what seemed like energy between each piece. It seemed to zoom closer and then I saw the commander of the ship. It was a man with brown hair, not at all an alien-looking person. In fact, I sensed he was American.

I woke up thinking probably many of our UFOs are technology we ourselves create but which the general public doesn’t know about. There was that odd UFO hovering over NYC last year I think, and it didn’t look like a weather balloon. It could have been a hoax, but it was never explained.