More dragons…

More dragons…

From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.

I call this one Galactic Dragon. I painted this to support the astrology forecast for 2024. Every year Janet Conner joins forces with Emma Kupu Mitchell and Marcia Wade to give us unsights about what the stars have in store for us the coming year. This year will be a wild ride and much of it is about Dragons.

Did you know that our sweet little solar system contains objects in the Kuiper Belt? Far far away these are newly discovered stars, asteroids etc., that have been named from mythology all over our planet. These objects are rotating in and out of the Milky Way nowadays bringing their energy to us. The synopsis is HANG ON PEOPLE!!! We are on the brink of change. Polarities are going to settle.

Zhulong the torch dragon tells us that our creativity is on fire. As in literally zooming out of our every pore. On fire.

Ceto the primordial sea goddess dragon is the mother of monsters. She adores all her children and is here to show us that we can be both/and sometimes, you don’t have to choose. And please, don’t trap yourself in any situation you aren’t ok with. And even monsters have mamas who adore them.

The dragon called Ladon is half woman and half snake. Imagine if you had the world view as a human AND as a snake. Overall with these 3 and many more it’s time for us to look with new eyes, and if you’re too weary borrow visions from someone you trust. See what’s possible. If all we can imagine is war and buying stuff, that’s what we’ll get. Come on, I’m for nurtured children gardens galore puppies cooperation beauty flowers popcorn fresh air and rest for the weary, justice, peace. Put on your dragon eyes and see it with me!!

Astrological wisdom isn’t from me but from Emma and Marcia Wade. If you want readings check out the links above in the first paragraph. Those women know their stuff.

If you ever want to look at my website for art, rosaries, dolls, head on over to HerSacredImage.com

And if you’re curious about that astrology forecast you can find it here!

She walks…

She walks…

From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.

Wise Woman. Where has she been? Can you hear her? Her shuffling bent feet, the smoothed walking stick, her robes shifting. She’s easier for me to hear in the winter. The snow quiets the whole world. The animals rest and eat and sleep and create offspring. The water rushes around but muffled underneath the ice. One tree doesn’t lose its leaves until the new ones pop in the spring. Those are the only leaves I hear in winter, a dry rustling sound, a secret message, calling the deer to come and chew on nutritious bark. Nature knows. She knows.

Wise woman is not about power-over or hierarchy, she’s in collaboration with. We don’t even know her name. The snow, her cloak, also makes connections. At night, the coyotes off in the distance give me shivers. I hear them more clearly in the cold somehow. Maybe science would tell me their sound waves bounce off the tiny icy snow particles. Light sparkles the perfect snowflakes to catch my attention, the stars are the same. Moonshadows on the snow connect me to the cosmos just by looking out my window from my pillow. With one glance I’m in two places at once. Those are her songs. If you’re quiet, you can hear her.

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Pentimento…

Pentimento…

From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.

PENTIMENTO: noun. a visible trace of earlier painting beneath a layer or layers of paint on a canvas.

I saw that word and it perked my attention. It has to do with art but I’m thinking it has to do with life. 

The image above is a Visual Medicine image of mine on top. The bottom is a photo of cave art from Australia of  MIMI Spirits.

“a visible trace of earlier…” as soon as I pulled that painting off the sheet it was drying on and turned it over (this is a back) I saw these people, walking across the stone wall. My friend Shea Settimi was the one who knew about and identified the Mimi Spirit art, shown below my art. This is about time and layers and how our lives are all woven on top of underneath between and within. 

I am because my MotherFatherGreatgrandmotherYougettheidea is/was, right? We humans are our experiences, our DNA, our ancestors, the land we live on, the plants/creatures we eat, the stories we tell.

This weaving fascinates me. YOU are part of it too if you are reading this. Many incredible people humans creatures clouds paints went into my self to make me who I am now. I think that will change by noon today, depending on who writes, what art I see, the music I hear, etc.

We are social creatures. Pentimento is why I feel collaborations are thrilling. Intentionally creating layers of contribution with other humans evolves all of us, lights up those who crave it and makes everything rich.

Who or what are you collaborating with?

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The ankh = LIFE

The ankh = LIFE

From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.

The ankh. I don’t know much of the intelligence behind it but I sure do love icons/symbols. From my reading I learn that the ankh means LIFE. This rosary is on her way to way out west. I made it with knotted cord which makes the rosary very flexible and soft in your hands. The itty bitty knots are fussy and my hurting hand has to do these bit by bit but the pretty knots are so worth it. If you’re inspired to have your own rosary or mala, send me a message at azro@madriver. Did you know this is filled with M A G I C ?

Circles and Cycles

Circles and Cycles

From the stars, on a mountain, with the bears, my beads…and paint.

Circles and Cycles

I belong to a feral rosary group on Facebook called The Way of the Rose. That’s also the title of their book which I highly recommend. Below is a piece I wrote for the group:

Happy new year! Or happy 11th day after the solstice which is a bigger deal in my family.
If you lived in my mind you’d literally see time as shapes around you. I have synesthesia which comes in many forms. Simply put, a glitch in the connections in my brain, in many brains. You can look it up to see if you relate because I didn’t know I was not “normal” until way into my adulthood. I see time as multiple shapes that create one big orb.
I move around this orb. It doesn’t move around me, as if I were the sun so I find myself in different places in space as the year goes around. I don’t know about you but I always seem to pivot around certain events in the year.
As a child my birthday was a pretty important pivot point. As a young adult a soul dog of mine died on July 8th. The general feeling of that time of year, long days, busy birds chattering, warm humid air would alert me that the day she died was nearby.
After my Dad died unexpectedly on a December 29th my days circled around that horrible date. For several years my entire existence rotated sadly around that day as a sort of dark hub in my universe.
At 58 I’ve accumulated enough of those dates that center my world and they’re scattered around that orb enough that it’s all just become a circle again. Time passes so fast now, these dates speed around and around.
As the heart-wrenching dates are less important simply because of their number, the cycles in the natural world around me have become more important. I think watching climate change is so hard because I used to be able to rely on the land’s events to keep me steady. Mid summer of Vermont starts at about 4am, when the birds are still busy with their family-making work, that’s when my soul-dog died. That day, the start of July was hot and humid. It might be chilly here now. My son’s birthday, which 18 years ago meant I was on the highway every single day on the way to the NICU, the leaves speeding by in New England’s classic maple colors, fire-yellow, orange, red. This year, our leaves shifted straight out of green into muted browns. The snow we revel in at the holidays, this year was a literal flood, the second 100 year flood this year, water galore. If I can’t rely on the land around me to mark my circles around the sun, I will have to give Her my angst and my body’s seasonal confusion.
Making rosaries, praying rosaries, or simply just carrying them in my pocket gives me ease. Round and round I go, sometimes counting and sometimes just a pleading string of Hail Mary Hail Mary Hail Mary. That’s really all I need. We have the seasons of these novenas, my many heart’s desires, the miracles that She brings, those are my rocks nowadays. Nothing else abides by the rules anymore. Vermont has the wrong birds, the weather is wrong, but She is with me and I am thankful.