simple magic: red square realignment

BookofgridsJust for context I worked in the book above to create today's exercise.   The page on the right contains four antique aluminum christmas ornaments and five I painted so I'd still have a few reserve relics from my childhood.  PaintedandmetalAm trying to make each page the right combination of soothing low-pressure layering and challenging myself in some way.   Am working quite slowly page by page.  It's my favorite way to accomplish something memorable and fun to review.

NeongridblgIn the process of thinking about RED there have also been a lot of thoughts and some talk concerning squares.  I had the idea I wanted to work with red squares that were smaller - like Liz - and spoke to my particular favored reds - like grace.   In the 'me' quadrant I visualized working with different size squares.


Yesterday afternoon - when I knew what I wanted to create - i was not in the right headspace to focus-into.  But I was definitely prepared to consider the root chakra's primary RED imperative: Survival.  While also feeling precious little of one of the bright red color ray's greatest blessings: Stamina.  Yesterday I took a break from writing and quickly gathered a few magazine tear-outs and book pages with tints and tones of red that most caught my eye in a stabilizing and emotionally strengthening way.

RedroughlayoutFirst I visualized all my personal red square disarray and then further visualized it slowly liquefying into pure color.  I imagined setting the color in a kettle above a sacred fire to cook down into itself.  At the same time I imagined releasing attachment to individual fear-driven moments and emotional debris (recall FEAR is the destabilizing emotional challenge of our sacred ROOT) that no longer had a home.  The color in the kettle had become a sacred space unto itself.  I free-cut squares (so I guess I ought to call them 'squares' ...) and thought about this month's internal evolution so far.

In the very beginning of the month I asked myself to visualize the damage I perceived to this energetic center at a personal level.  I saw it as a rusting stop sign shot full of bullet holes.  Then I perceived a lack of fear in approaching what remained.  I visualized putting everything in a scarlet colored velvet sack and hanging it in a closet.  Today when I first got out of bed I mentally approached that other-dimension closet and took out the sack.  A few hours later I created my vision of personal realignment as it feels possible and most cogent at this time.

RedsquarerealignmentThe largest and most resilient squares attract the smaller pieces.  Everything is falling into place even if the eventual form can't be interpreted clearly at this time.

I live in a state where the rate of doubling is making itself known. At a nationwide level some very frightening Covid-based things are happening.  The root chakra corresponds, in part, to the human immune system.  Think about what sort of root vegetable you might have on hand.  Nourish yourself as you consider what kind of root/red square-based survival enhancing realignment you can begin to put into energetic place as you work to create this simple but highly effective collage project.  Plan to make time to give yourself the treat of a fresh brothy noodle soup with plenty of garlic and ginger.

Today I'm bringing back a post from early last March.  Back at the beginning of collective root chakra High Alert energy.


Red Square .2

Above is an altar cloth I made many years ago for the first series of chakra intensive workshops I lead at a local herbal apothecary.  Nineteen years seems both a long and short while ago.  As you can see the cloth's constructed very simply to yield squares within squares.  This suggests that even something as straight forward and pragmatic as a square can be amplified to further suggest layers of stability.

Redsquareoncoffeetable Today I put the cloth on the coffee table workspace here in my studio.   It seemed like a good day to clear the table entirely and re-build something new to keep me grounded in the face of ongoing mental duress and emotional/psychic wear and tear.  Once I put the cloth down and appreciated it for a few moments I started where I always start - with a simple True Thing.

WhiteappophylliteI wandered around looking at the what I've gathered in other little sacred spaces throughout the room.  From them I selected this stone containing gorgeously luminous rosettes of white apophyllite.  It was a very overcast day so it's hard to appreciate how much this lovely stone sparkles in the hand.  Apophyllite awakens spiritual joy and strengthens our sense of loving universal connection & illumination. 


I placed it in the middle of the central red square.  Note the stylistic reindeer.  They remind me of cave and rock paintings so I chose them to represent the first chakra wheelhouse of Ancestral roots and connections.  Taking joy in those connections.  Daring to imagine at some point in time taking joy in being an American citizen again.  AGAIN.

FoodandsightOnce I've isolated a single true thing I like to find two other objects that create a sacred triune.  I decided to give that level of re-considered attention to nourishment and clear sight.

Gradually throughout the day I re-positioned various tools and small baskets of meaningful stones & shells.  Every time I made a choice I took the extra time to re-appreciate the items and occasionally use a few.


These are tender delicate times.

find something vibrantly red and create a modest self-regulated stronghold for representations of things you value and know to be true.

give yourself time to hold yourself steady in contemplation.

tune out the noise until you're able to start remembering what that feels like:

authentic inner silence. 

our world may have started with a bang but the universe is a place of immeasurable silence.


Today I'm bringing back a light and shadow kitty guardian.

collage & paint in visual journals


Whatisaliciacomplete Awhile back I expressed my sense of disconnect to collaging.  It seemed too much like what my brain was trying to do the rest of the time  in the endless task of making some type of personal sense out of the world around me.  Both activities create narrative from disparate form(s) and that part of my brain got exhausted for a relatively long bit of time. 

I know I posted about this page after it took me forever to glue down What Is Alicia and the red flower on grey scraps.  Can't locate it right now though.  But it's taken me since whenever that was to gather an answer to the right scraps to answer that question.

CovidsptradIt took a long time to complete this narrative as well.  now it speaks well of the ragged beauty to be found despite the menace to ongoing equilibrium.  Bright emerald green is the color of healing physically and returning to a more organic form or other rendering of our individual life force. I'll add orange paint pen strokes to the blank spaces in the paint scraped background.

ReleasethehealingAdded the collage elements above the day of that weird Four Seasons press conference. In the flower essence realm - daisies offer us help in synthesizing overwhelming amounts of information from disparate sources.  I feel like that ability broke in me some time over the past week and I'll use the rest of whatever collage emerges to piece together something more sustainable and simply wired.


ThingscelestesspirtCeleste was a very special cat who was part of our family for 23 years.  Over the past weekend J, T, and I buried her ashes in a special memorial plot we created back in the spring.  We took our time finding the right moment and garden space.  I feel a lot more confident and less overprotective now that the space is fenced.  I still miss her intensely from time to time but the ongoing sorrowful yearning part of the missing has dissipated. 





Today I'm bringing back this post about a favorite sketchbook from '19.  I thought it was '18.  That's how long this year feels.  It's kind of freaking me out that the collage challenge was only 10 and a half months ago.  How can that be true?  Time's the thing that's changed the most it often seems to me ...

oh noes. another writing post.

ElectionnightQuite awhile back I posted concerning my sense that I would find myself unable to focus during the active part of election day season.  Especially the denouement which I think we all realized was likely to turn into a tantrum leading know-where of truly epic proportions.  I figured I'd be distracted by all of that and hence unable to really care about fictionland.  Instead I had that reality for three weeks prior to the election.  Then the day came.  It went how it went up to the point where I realized I didn't want to keep track anymore. I knew (didn't everyone?) that if I kept tracking it I would bear witness to some type of false declaration of victory.  Really glad I gave what happened a pass.  Instead I  lit some incense, smudged the entire downstairs of my home, and booted up my computer.

After I smudged the entire downstairs of our home following all three of us having any number of emotive preaching to the choir moments throughout the evening - I opened my laptop to write an email to Franklin concerning his most recent notes on the first section of the book.  But once my machine was ready I found I couldn't face the internet even if all I was doing was sending an 'unrelated' note of gratitude - and concurrence - to a friend.  So I opened a new word file and started writing pure first draft material for a technically and emotionally difficult part of the story.

Pictured above in fragment form:  There's a portion of the story where I knew Carter was going to convince his life long friend, Cici, that they ought to lose their virginity together.  He's been working on his pitch for who knows how long but he's not very good at delivering to a gobsmacked Cici who perceives the entire idea is strictly his idea and it makes her see him in a light that's very uncomfortable.  They are used to hivemind unity first achieved right before they turned five. 

It begins with Carter appearing out of context (he's supposed to be at Andover but the experience isn't 'taking') to broach what for her is an out of context subject which he then proceeds to pitch.  He makes it clear this is pretty much the only thing he's had on his mind beyond busting out of Andover permanently.  Cici doesn't feel the same way at all.  In fact she doesn't have feelings sexually except for herself.  And he's her best friend since they were four.  And he's absolutely crushed she didn't interrupt him in order to save the both of them, as she usually does, because he on his end imagined she was on the same page.  They're sixteen and a half.  Standing out in the middle of the main drag of their hometown.  Friends and other known associates driving by honking and waving.

And so she instinctively realizes she has to get them both off that street to a calmer place because she's going to tell him the truth about why she thinks it's a terrible idea.  And she does.  And he listens.  He's heard of this type of mono-sexuality before.  It gives them both a frame to go on with the difficult conversation.   She points out she's telling him because it's the most intimate and vulnerable part of her that he doesn't already know.  And that this is what she has to give him.  She tells him things that bring her friend back and he becomes a piscean waterfall of empathy.  Even though neither of one of them cry, that part was quite weepy to write.  After awhile I realized I was also crying about everything else and felt grateful for such a swift release rather than the usual festering.

Since then I have been advised by Franklin to write everything out.  In terms of their dynamic and relationship to each other in the present tense - just write out all that I know and then patiently delete until only the necessary sentences remain.  I still keep trying to short cut - 'oh I know this but it's not part of the story' and Franklin alerted me by pointing out the way I synthesized what I perceived to be backstory actually meant a whole lot of the book as I saw it in my mind's eye was going to be more showing than telling to a point where people would stop reading before that changed in narrative style if I didn't switch it up more along the way.

So I have been writing and then gradually polishing/deleting since election night.  Am amazed, really, to understand that it was only this past Tuesday night as in just a couple-few nights ago.  Seems like it should have been two or even three weeks since then. 


So.  I am writing again.  again.  Damn if I'm not determined to make that pence-ism my own for all times.  We should ALL do it:  Do things we used to enjoy without nagging turmoil in the back of our heads.  Connect more fully with our actual heart's work again.  AGAIN.

Below is what came out of me during this morning's wee hours.  I haven't changed anything beyond adding two words in a grammatical category I either don't remember or never troubled myself to learn.  At a mechanical and POV tone-level I'm getting back to where I used to be before closed head brain trauma; when it really was a matter of turning on the tap rather than ongoing editorial refinement of appearing to be such writing.

It is another difficult scene to open what encompasses a few shortish chapters from multiple POV's.  But it's really Vic's story just like it's really his book even though his son Carter's the main character. I thought the next emotionally and technically challenging series of scenes had to be written in a certain way but as I started typing I realized, no.  It can be this other way instead.  It won't be any less difficult to conceive and execute.  But it will be effective, memorable, and - most importantly - considerably less harrowing for the characters, me, and readers alike.  And so it isn't just first draft - it's first draft of something I didn't think about at all before I started typing because it didn't exist yet.  I can quite comfortably live with the quality level.  After one more pass I'll throw the whole thing in a mental cooler and come back to it in 3-5 weeks to get down to serious business. 

Today I'm bringing back a post with some cool/pretty thread-based eye candy shots.  It speaks of a relatively innocent arc in the Covid era.  Before I knew it was time to kick it up about twenty notches self-sustainability-wise and was thus planning an un-fenced sunflower house of a summer garden.  When having somebody come to the house in a mask bore mentioning rather than the other way around...Thirdchilddraft


SquarebeginningYesterday I began my sympathetic chakra journal.  Will be working in an 11 x 14 art journal with watercolor paper.  The book will be dedicated solely for this purpose.  I'm looking on it as an ongoing mindfulness practice rather than something to get done and then on to the next thing. That said part of my personal mindfulness leveling-up for this project relates to keeping my ideas from mushrooming beyond reasonable proportions given its long term nature.


I cut a 8.75 square of lightly textured scrapbook paper.  I find it's easier to paint on because the texture provides tooth that's not so much similar to a priming layer as it's texture, period.  Paper without protection/sealant is going to be a roll of the dice. Scrapbook paper can take a lot of abuse and it's a substrate well worth considering if you're new to art supplies.

The shiny heart has been trimmed smooth and somewhat buffed. I like that it's a bit dinged though.  It's here to represent a very core first chakra relationship to a human quality that's been dragged through the mud for the past four and a half years:  LOYALTY

Have been thinking a lot since this opportunity came my way about how damaged I perceive our collective and singular root chakra to be because of a deranged person driving us over one cliff after another. The more I thought  about that the more I thought about how important it is to reclaim a collective energy center from the very dark shadow side of itself. 

Loyalty expressed as love.  Love expressed with loyal understanding that there's a commitment implicit in that word.  The more I thought about it the more I wanted to commit to the premise of loving loyalty to the Whole.  But first I wanted to express another core self-world relationship emblematic of this energy center:  BOUNDARIES

SquarewstencilI wanted to connote boundaries in a way that felt luminous rather than reactive or representations of stuff I'm inclined to exclude entirely from my own energy center.  It's a big ask but I feel the least I can do is create a sympathetic marker of my intention.

color junkies - note how the red changes to a deeper apple-red kind of color when it's right next to the pink/madder colors on the metal stencil's taped edges.

StenciledsquareThe addition of flourescdent red paint skews the original red  towards wine/brick territory.  Because I started with a very clean bright red the deepening remains clear rather than muddy.  Really liked the way I was able to introduce a sense of imbalanced making-do with the stencil plate overlap to suggest seismic shifts within established order.  Thought to turn the stencil over so the excess paint could be smeared to suggest further ruptures in balance and energetic integrity.  Love the surprise result: some of the excess paint turned parts of the geometric grid into flowers. 

RedsquareungluedI'll add an additional collage component that I've managed to misplace in a room full of paper.  I might add some secondary collage elements if I can find or draw some appropriately scaled Crocosmia and/or Red Echinacea flowers.  Sometime before the lunar cycle ends I'll have a posting about red flowers and their healing/illumination correspondences on my main blog.  For now I'm keeping this initial venture into the very first project simple and graphic enough to use as a meditative aid.  If it works well I might consider making something specifically for that purpose on a wood panel.


another first chakra sphere of influence encompasses family, tribal affiliations & traditions, and ancestral wisdom.  To that end I present a few of the original Old Nanas.  As I've said many times they called themselves The Ladies.  I collaged grace's name within her own tribe over my memories because I realized The Ladies had been Old Nanas in deed and intent where I was concerned. 

the occasion for so many smiles and cake was either my 10th or 11th birthday. Pearl's holding the cake with me. 

Oldnanasgiven the above it's a no brainer to bring back the pre-collage challenge post in which I broke down an Old Nana kit I prepared for grace.


Yesterday I knew I was making progress when I hit the base layer of paper scraps related to last January's collage challenge.  That's how far I get every time I attempt to clear my work desk.  Once I hit the point of surveying a tantalizing wealth of collage fodder I pull out various journals and sketchbooks and start working in them all at once. 

Sketchbookpage103020The same thing happened late yesterday afternoon. One thing led to another once I was reunited with this particular sketchbook/journal.  Now I'm back inside of that book and a few others.  Most people I know who become interested in working in books as an ongoing thing often wind up focused on more than one book at time so there's something to do while waiting for other pages to dry, etc.

In the page spread above I'd pasted a few things on the left hand side - planning to explore the color palette in the fabric and painted paper scraps.  But then I wanted something less refined.  I just wanted to jump into the book and stay there for a little while.  I began with paint smears and super basic mixing based on this triad:

Autumnprimary I wish I had remembered that Turquoise and red oxide just do not make a pleasant purple/violet.  I like the grey tones of washing out the color distribution.  For a mixing triad I would generally go with Venetian Red for the other two.  Red oxide was the closest in this line which I'm trialing throughout this year with an eye towards using them exclusively as the first couple paint layers. The paintings need to be camera/scan ready  and I wish I'd opted for the other red I have to hand; no-cad red light.  I also want to mix the turquoise with raw sienna and see what the value and contrast range might look like.  Works great with watercolors.  Today when I play in this book I'll be working with that mixing on a different page.  Also want to see what kind of orange comes from the no-cad red light.

Frontwindow1stsnowfall103020This is what it looks like as I type this post.  The snow may or may not be stopping.  Our baker emailed to offer flexible pickup times in deference to the roads everyone must drive to reach her kiosk deep in the woods.  We opted for tomorrow's pick up and are grateful.

StudioguessNight before last J brought our field guardian inside.  She is not to have any contact with ice or sleet and we knew wintry mix was on its way.

SecretsmysteryAm getting ready for the first/root chakra and thus the color red.  Recalled I had started a spread for each of the energy centers.  Decided to share this particular journal's title page in this post as well as one side of the root chakra's spread.

RootchakrasecretsnmysButterfly and paint chips aren't glued down because they will not remain.  They're helping me visually meditate - the difference between clear running energy and that which is sluggish or in some way toxified.  How that might be portrayed visually.

DonteventhinkAlso set up a personal Above/Below/Within related to the coming month of root chakra work.  I chose themes and imagery related to first chakra qualities that feel especially important to me at this time.  Top to Bottom relating to first chakra's qualities of boundaries, embodiment and core energy.   Bottom to top as aligned with my pre-selected triune: truth, myth, circumstance.  Will next consider how to mix and match those six building blocks.

If you aren't part of the Deep Dive group and are more established blog readers simply following along because why not  --

Search for imagery, pieces of fabric, and so forth that might be used in constructing a red square.  In the second to the last photograph in this post look at the stenciled image.  Notice the blank/cream square behind the chrysanthemum.  Imagine you could remove it and work the center of a sacred symbol as a piece of personal sympathetic magic.  

in other words

NONE of us feel truly stable right now although I imagine most are doing our level best to stay as balanced as possible.

What if there was a physical "red square" where you went to set energetic roots?  Imagine consciously drawing-up nourishment and illumination from ageless wisdom or even just a stray thought you had when you first woke up that offered comfort, nourishment or resilience.  

Think of what's been grounding, stabilizing, and connected you to a deeper part of yourself over the course of time spent in a larger arena of chaos, neglect, autocracy, and soul erosion. 

Let whatever you know to be true for yourself at that specific level be the starting point of building a red square.  This could wind up being a red-on-red nine patch, a freeforall collage you wind up cutting to size or something more deliberate of graphic arts nature.


Today's snow squalls are making hash of my usual atypical neuro-functioning.   I'm at 1/3 speed right now due to nerve-zaps as well as marginal walking and talking level disability. Overlayed with a bit of fuzziness due to pain management option of choice.   Am intent to continue puttering within cleaning up and a spontaneous collage party with myself as I clear more space and also put things back in their places. 


Yesterday I started re-posting old entries and brought back a scrap quilt tribute to my Aunt Grace.  Today I'm bringing back a love letter to my favorite city.  Always assumed I'd be visiting a handful more times but now I've become deeply grateful for the memories from the post and a trip over the winter break of '03 when J and I met T for his winter break and had a massive two week road trip through northern Italy together.

life/work/review: if wishes were dawgs

LightfootcoyoteThis is a dual purpose post.   The above image is the quilt block I contributed for JP's son - another deeply private person.  He and his mother shared Gemini energy.  JP and I bonded a lot over having consciously conceived sons roughly the same age who were very independent and relatively fearless activists.  Throughout her life she watched for and learned from Coyote in the 3-D landscape as well as throughout the further nine to make 12-D.   JP and I loved talking about all the elements in these sentences.  I put it all in the block and released.

 I don't have pictures of the finished raffle quilt but I'll finish telling the story of why when I've found other pictures of the backing and so forth. 


Starting today I'll begin bringing back old posts one at a time in a very mindful way that lets me really think about sharing in a new way while also thinking about the original sharing, its intention, and so forth. This is something I envisioned doing at an unspecified point in the not-too-long before - before I put everything in draft.  Which was an intuitive instinct I understand and am grateful to have thought through but I don't know how to explain it in words (yet) and am not entirely sure I'd choose to even if I did know how to make words fit together for this particular purpose. Imo those of us who choose to be dual status citizens living within internet community as well living on the physical planet need to have a really strong awareness of when their individualized energy needs to also run [deep]silent; when that's the wise and more holistic choice.


I hope that within the way I commence the work of replanting this intentional metaphorical garden space  you'll be pleased to welcome/re-discover some favorites of your own.




life/work/review: Parvati's Paradise

ParvatiscenterDuring the second half of '04 and much of '05 my 'big' karma yoga project was a benefit raffle quilt to supoort an incredible friend, herbalist, and midwife of many kinds:  Jeannine Parvati.  Here's a lovely tribute to her visionary sacral/midwifery contributions.

PomegranatesSometimes I rubbed or painted fabric paint onto the quilt.  My goal was to give it durable rather than intricate detail.  I wanted somebody to dream this baby to tatters with relative confidence that's what it was "for" if they so choose.  But to give it enough specialness and meaning that it could also be something someone might wish know as a kind of ceremony; worthy of careful keeping if that was the winner's nature.

I'm humbly grateful to say the endeavor was ultimately an okay money making success that helped JP and her two youngest over-winter in a greater degree of comfort and atmospheric soul/spirit nourishment.  This was not my first experience with volunteering to make a successful fundraising quilt but it was my first time organizing absolutely everything else in addition to the quilt and the money which went directly to JP. 

Quilt depicting scenes from the Bible

My original point of lift-off inspiration was a quilt I'd studied some-many times  as it hung Boston Fine Arts Museum: a very classic and highly symbolic/deeply moving example of pictorial narrative.  Pictorial Quilt by Harriet Powers has always felt like a creation quilt to me.  A story of transition in which one thing became another.

CentermedallionI asked JP what imperative symbolism I needed to include.  Spider webs.  Butterflies.  'Vagicentricities' which she wouldn't break down more concretely but instead left me with glorious memories of her lovely lilting feminine laugh pitched to trickster mode. So.  Orchids.  Lush evidence of fertility and fruition we agreed meant fruits and flowers but a lot more centrally -- POMEGRANATES.   I added to this a recurring everywoman everygoddess that harkened back to the Harriet Powers quilt in terms of identifiable repetitive human shapes laced through the imagery.  In my case they spoke through the interplay of fabrics that could tell anystory to anywoman.  Because of course I had no idea who would win it.  

CentermedallionwebThen Rachana Shivam won it and that was so beyond appropriate that I felt a sustained moment of interwoven perfection.  She was gracefully patient with my time constraints and then when she received it she expressed joy and satisfaction. She grasped it all while longing for 'my' version of details - but I understood she had won herself her own detailed version of female Story.  She understood the structure and imagery without me explaining and at that point I was very detached once all my intentions and obligations had been met.  I left her with her prize.  She planned to hang it on display for a special gathering of midwives there in Australia.  Beyond that I believe her intention was to sleep beneath it.

SignaturebuttonblgThis is my signature block.  I got the idea/nerve to include it because I'd seen it in other contemporary creation quilts and also because it was an echo of a four cornerstone block within the larger quilt.  I asked JP to trace her foot and hand prints.  What she sent back was the most care-full exact focused-mode Gemini/air sign piece of artistry I've seen to date. The vagaries of fabric left me unable to do those tracings justice.  But they are relics to me.  And I have plans for them.

ParvatisleftfootI divided the quilt into three vertical panels.  On the left side I spoke to JP's more cosmic nature.  She had strong affinity for wild female nature.  Her left footprint steps into it from the "underworld" portion of the quilt which JP labeled The Fall.  Her take on it was really old testament.  I codified most of it in ways I can't include because I haven't come across the images yet. But her point in getting specific (i think) was to speak of patriarchy, period. 

ParvatilefthandJP was a very gifted and charismatic astrologer.  She knew she was too unwell to commit to her version of a full monty chart reading but she encouraged my sharing placement/progression details; particularly in the way my stuff overlayed with my son or husband.  She charted and counseled for possibly thousands; always with the loving touch of charting possibility woven with equal measures of insight and humor.

ParvatirightfootJP's walk on the earth was fierce and mighty.  She was also one of the most objectively lovely looking women I've known with a melodic voice to match.   As I said in my own published eulogy to her - she heard and told the best confessions.  One her favorite archetypal Ladies was Changing Woman.  She sang and danced with equal parts of grace and sure abandon.

I love her very much as a present tense emotion as well as something that's planted to grow as it will more organically.  Our phone conversations held some of the best sisterly moments of my life.

ParvatirighthandJP's right hand of activism and midwivery was always rooted in the welfare of the new generation. I found she also sought out the soother's role when an upset Sister was able to be soothed.  Thought I'd vary-up the vagicentricity especially since JP exclaimed longingly to love sweet peas but hadn't lived somewhere that she could hope to grow them.  Precious water was reserved for equally precious food.

SouthernpomspiritAt the center of square made by JP's hand and footprints I created four large pomegranate medicine Womanspirits.  Above, the southern Spirit of Creation.  Sea Turles are my own favorite symbol of female strength, longevity, and fertility. 

WesterngoddessblockThe Western Goddess of Cosmic Ancestry

EverygoddessrisesThe Northern Goddess of Collective at the top of quilt has been birthed by the story told in a clockwise journey.  Woman conceive and manifest many things beyond children.  I actively worked to glorify a specific woman's earthwalk that would still be triumphant for anyone including those who'd been through multiple miscarriages, stillbirths or those who weren't technically infertile but couldn't seem to conceive.   Raffle contributors in this category were proportionally significant in number.  If somebody in that number won the drawing I still wanted the prize to hold comfort and a sense of joyous embrace.

In the end it went home to a place that may well have been divined.  I was, once again just a pair of hands and feet.  Heavy emphasis on my right hand ...

Following JP's death a group of us made comfort quilts for her two youngest children who bore witness and gave care during her dance with the advanced ravages of Hep C.   This block was my contribution to her daughter's quilt.  It's meant to express much but of an organically personal nature for a deeply private person.  Think it's enough to say that's her mother's left handprint reaching out from the cosmic Beautyway.

Jeannine Parvati Baker - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

(JP declines to be duly centered on the page.  I can hear her laughing.  Saying "Oh Acey.  Get over it!")

life/work/review: contemporary embroidery sampler

Firstsampler  This is the first thing I embroidered after about thirty years of 'silence' - I think in '02.  Took an online contemporary embroidery class with Sharon Boggon who is both a gifted needlewoman and first rate teacher.  This is not what we were 'supposed' to do but I had a very good time obsessively reviewing many threads online before choosing a handful for the class.  We were supposed to make little four inch squares.  Every week my pieces got larger.  This is postcard size.


years after the fact I colored in the too-blank linen with water soluble crayons.  used stamp ink pads to color beyond the stitched border.  I want to use it as a lining for the inner lid of wooden treasure box.

I'm still writing on the daily as my main work of the day but only 7-8 hours spread over the day and evening.  10 or 11 hours day in and day out is no longer sustainable.  Summer's long gone and my crown's taking a bit of a nap.  My main goal for this week relates to getting my studio in far better order. The large houseplants are back up here.  Getting them settled gave me new eyes far more focused on reality:  everything everywhere up here was a disorganized disASter.  Was horrified to take it in until I recalled that up until I widened my frame none of the disaster had mattered as it layered and accumulated over itself -  It didn't matter even a jot.  My landscape has been strictly internal and enormous in scope.  As long as I could walk around without hurting myself or any of the things I wasn't falling over - I figured I was good.

Now that I've stepped back before diving into everything of a storytelling nature that needs doing right before all the emotionally charged and technically difficult stuff I left 'for last'.  It's like I'm approximately six months pregnant - permanently.  So I'm intent to be done enough that I've also decided what to do or not do about it all - by the end of '21. We'll see how that goal pans out.  For now it feels solid and do-able on my end.  All the existential variables however ...


figuring out what matters most

TruthmythcircumstanceHello again.   again.

Above is a creative seed as it exists here in my studio.  For the next several months I'll be posting in a relatively informal way concerning creative/sympathetic manifestation/magic that relates to the central chakra energy column plus the earthstar chakra.  As time goes on I'll explain and exemplify what this means.  For now there's this:

I wanted to devise a loose kind of structure for whatever this is going to mean by coming up with a triune of themes that are both expressive and expansive as ongoing creative cues.  This one came to me as I considered finding something that wasn't gender-based or overly well-worn turf. 

My basic idea is to devise ways - and encourage others to do the same - of applying these three themes to the various chakra energy centers.  It isn't necessary to know anything about chakras or to 'believe' in them or whatever else.  You just have to like color and making things.

I plan to work with paint, paper/collage, fabric, thread, beads, etc.

There's no organization or rules or guidelines beyond the colors and their relational meaning.  Sometime in this next full week I'll have a couple basic informational posts set up that will be useful in having a sense of how any given person might work with this off and on in a casual way that increases their sense of grounding, overall well-being, and personal agency in our seemingly perpetual season(s) of duress.

will be back next with some thoughts on RED in this particular context.