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Approaching the Mid-Life Portal

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I was called towards a lot of time spent painting during the year long deep retreat into myself after the horse accident. In 2016, many paintings began to emerge with a circular pattern of energy wanting to be expressed. The more I expressed it, the bigger this energy became. Eventually, in the Time To Go painting, I realized it was a portal.

Time To Go is 11-feet long, and I cannot express to you the joy it was to create such a large painting.

Passing Through the Mid-Life Moment Where Everything Gets Quiet

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A year long journey of deep self-exploration, which included SoulCentric Painting, followed an accident that cracked my pelvic bone in three places. As I explored the energies wanting to become known, a swirling portal of energy became evident in a series of paintings (see previous post). It climaxed in wanting to face this portal, to go through it (or not). I felt tremendous time pressure towards the end and finished it all in a flurry of energy.

Nearing the finish of this 21-foot long circular painting, I’d fortunately walked through to the other side, before a big wind knocked over painting boards in my outside studio, tearing the painting. I could not live with the tears, so I stitched it up.

At the time of this Mid-Life Portal Painting, big decisions had begun to percolate to the surface, choices around my career paths, with options before me. At the conclusion of this painting (approximately one month) I had made a major life decision, to enter grad school for a PhD in Clinical Psychology, with a focus on somatic and creative work! My intention is to continue this thread of healing through creativity and expand my ability to teach others in institutional settings.

Passing Through the Mid-Life Moment Where Everything Gets Quiet

It’s the Time Between Worlds

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This is my favorite time of year, when the air grows crisp, the nights cool, and change is palpable. It feels like magic in the air, the trees have been whispering all night, and the moon seems more eerie with rippling clouds passing over.

I get charged up with electricity but at the same time I turn my attentions inwards, wanting to nest more, be home, read, be creative. The irony is, the outer world appears to be a little nervous of this change and two things happen – people turn the time of Samhain into a kid’s holiday (hey, my inner kid loves it too) when its much more potent than that, and our culture also starts to rev up for the holidays. This means lights, noise, people, crowds, parties, and a busy schedule, all just around the corner.

But not yet.

I’m wondering if you are one of the ones who secretly or not so secretly want a little more time to yourself at this turning point, or at least if you are going to be around people, be around quieter ones who are also self-reflecting. Those who might enjoy grounding, meditative healing work that is terribly fun at the same time, and have the support of non-intrusive community. Those who wish to breathe deeply, being one’s authentic self, and sharing from a really deep and meaningful place.

Are you one of those people too? If not, no worries! And enjoy the Halloween parties. If you are one of those people, consider joining us for this next Time Between Worlds playshop, or one of the weekly classes running til mid-December.

No matter how you choose to be this season of change, I’m wishing you many blessings.

May your Halloween time be electric, mystical, delicious, or fun, as you wish!

Journeys in the Underworld – Reclaiming Special Powers by Going Deep Down

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These past few months have been a long journey down, down, down. I keep wondering how much deeper down I can go, when a ravine will open up in a painting, plummeting me further down. Sometimes its a crack, sometimes much bigger. Either way I’ve now accepted the only way through this journey is to keep taking each portal down.

I’ve been finding important parts of myself along the way. Scary images appeared, hungry mouths, watchful eyes, lots of bones. A gold cage appeared, and it wasn’t until after the hand appeared in the cage that I found I’d reclaimed a missing part of myself, and began to write, in earnest. (The realization is almost always after the fact, not during. In fact it was a few weeks later that I realized what soul part I’d reclaimed – my youthful love of writing!)