Gaia Community: Carla's Blog

What, or who, has saved your life?

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 12:14:08 -0000

My divorce.
And quitting my job teaching public school.
Those two moves left me free to:
Find the Sun Moon Dance and the sweat lodge.
and the Temple of Wombn.
And ART, again.

Now, can you all help me with something, please?
I need help to help my son save his own life.
He's all grown up, but depressed and not living his full divine potential in the light.
Prayers welcome.
His Name is Andrew.

Have you ever met someone from Gaia offline?

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 12:56:15 -0000

Yes I have! What fun it is!

My first Gaians were Aley, Keith, and Sue, (and Chloe the wonder collie) who came to Maine on vacation and camped in the State Park near me. Rich from Portland joined us.

They moved West to Seattle, but guess what, I have family out there so I am going back to see them in September!

This Summer I invited John to support me in a vision quest, and I came to Atlanta and also met Heather, Jim, and Doug (awakened), Gaians of Church of the Porch.

John and I stopped in Chattanooga to see Stacy. What I discovered with each of these people is that we all knew each other before, like eons ago. Often our paths in this life have included near misses. Example, Keith and I went to the same college in Kentucky, and I can't remember but we might have been there at the same time!

Then yesterday, we had a lively Portland Maine get together at the Museum of African Culture. In attendance: Mary, Keith, and Tina from Mass, Cathering, and Romberto her husband and their daughters from Portland, and Forrest from Albuequerque and his mother from Portland. It was delightful! Pictures and stories to follow from each of us in time!

On my western swing next month I'd love to meet PHoenix folk, and I'll meet the artist girls up in Northern Idaho, and wander over to the coast in Seattle and the other Portland to meet and remeet some people, I'll be lining those gatherings up over the next few days.

Several I speak with on the phone and meeting feels inevitable are Larry, O, Julia and Jamie, and ... I am going to Maine Bob's house today to help stack wood and help with some home renovation work. He'd have come to Portland but he's already knee deep in the project.

Maine Bob and Diva Mama Nut have Gaia pages, but they don't hang out here. That is ironic cause I met both of them in other online communities years ago!

My flesh and blood life calls loudly, Gotta run. Beans in the Garden, breakfast with a friend, then off to Maine Bobs.

Gaians are everywhere. We are all Gaians, yes!

On what do you most enjoy spending money?

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 17:02:52 -0000

OK, I can't resist.
Preface: I hate to shop.
Shopping is not a sport I willingly engage in.

I love orgasmic energy exchange which often involves money rather than body juices.

I love spending money on art supplies, at the store where the staff greets me as "The World Famous Carla Sanders!)

I love buying food that has been loved by the people growing and handling it. This includes my local farmers market and a few of my favorite restaurants. I especially like the folks at Mainely Poultry, Hahn's End Cheese, Peacemeal Farm, and Olde Sow Farm. Eric noticed I was not feeling as perky as usual last time we met, but by the time I'd bought some happy nitrate free bacon, I was feeling much better. Wow. Still amazed at how that happened.

I have always enjoyed hardware and plumbing supply stores, but only if I can touch things. Blister wrap or asking a dude behind the counter to go get me something is like having a penis enlargement email slip through the spam filter. What a bore!

I deeply love buying art from my friends. Other exchange is also thrilling... reminds me: Jody asked to see some things for a possible trade. Buying art makes me feel rich. (it will make you feel rich too) http://fineartstudioonline.com/carlasanders, That's my store front.

What else do I love to spend money on?

Oh, travel and ceremony. Usually very connected, cause about the only thing that will get me to leave this land is a ceremony and a powerful human invitation to be with loved ones, even if I never met them before.

Travel just for the adventure of it has not been my life, but it could happen.

Well that was fun!

Phosphorescing

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 12:05:12 -0000

Saturday night I came home from down east visit in time to head over to Spruce Head to my friend's camp and private sand beach on Penobscot Bay. It was our annual sparkly swim. My Marine biologist friend organizes this night time swim in August new moon so we can watch the phosphorescent glow in the water. It is magical.

The water is cold, but after about two minutes the body adjusts, and there is nothing like it. Swimming little sparkles fire off between my fingers and roll up my arms. Splashing and churning creates a glow cloud. Standing in the water and stomping up and down stirs up this strange vision of glowing galoshes. The dog swimming around us floats on a glowing cloud of stars. We were giddy with the beauty of it. Only about 6 of us went into the water past our ankles. Mike brings masks so we can look at the critters under water. As Mike pointed out, I have been to every single Phosphorescent Phantasia Pharty (couldn’t help that one) even the one that got canceled due to storms!

I just love this. My inner mermaid, my ancient sulky memory, rises to consciousness, and I don't want to come out of the water. But I do, eventually, and there is fire and marshmallows.

No chance of pictures, this is one of those rare “had to be there” events. I'll look for something online that might give a hint of what is there. If you have seen this for yourself, please do tell the story.

Larry sent me this video at Youtube and you can follow a bioluminescent trail of video of all kinds. I haven't stood from a height or the deck of a boat and thrown rocks in the water, though I did dive off a boat into Boothbay Harbor into a sparkly world two years ago. Nothing beats being IN it!

PS, if you come to Maine for the Gaia meet up next Saturday, we'll try to get you into some water. The moon will be up unless we wait very late, but if the spot is right, it could work'

Gaians in Portland Maine August 9

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:47:51 -0000

Mother Mary is coming to Portland Maine on August 9 to visit a friend. I have already met her friend and excited to meet her again.

Any other Gaians in Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Vermont, Maritime Canada, are welcome to join us. In fact, if you want to come to Maine from Anywhere that week, meet us in Portland on Saturday Aug. 9.

We haven't decided on a meet place, more research being done on that.

My friends at the African Cultural Center are having a street fest day with dancing, drumming and a Nigerian Shamanic ceremony, so we are going to hang with them for a while, then have dinner somewhere.

When I come back from my little trip, I'll find all the Maine Gaians and invite you. Perhaps by then we'll have a gathering spot decided.

So save the date, and stay tuned, and offer your own ideas to Mary or Me. We welcome your input especially if you live in Portland and can advise on eateries or other fun stuff.

Love
DC

What helps you stay open?

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:53:47 -0000

This question left me lukewarm till I happened across Janet's Answer,
which reminded me of some learning I had recently about boundaries. My own, and how they had been constructed from fear, and how that wasn't working for me. It was easy then to make my personal boundaries based on choice, and that feels a lot better.

Yesterday in a conversation with a friend we talked about the edge we walk, as artists and humans. Seeing boundaries as frontiers to be explored, fluid, like a pond to swim in, then step back onto shore, helped us be grounded, and process some of the wilder aspects of the creative life we come in contact with,

So what helps me stay open? My boundaries, based on my values, my identity, my belief that I am OK, my ability to say no, and yes, as I choose, and the opportunity to play with the edges without destroying them.

It's like this...

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 20:00:48 -0000

Q n R is "what kind of people are you communicating with?"

I am communicating with Stone People, and some animal spirits.

It's like this.
I have been hiking the south face of the Mountain I live on for a few days. There are lots of stones on the mountain. The path is a road paved with large gravel, and the road is cut through the stones of the Mountain.

I walk a while and sit and meditate a while. Friday I sat on a nice stone to look out over the bay and meditate. I was not alone. The rock I chose was home to an hornet's nest. Not very meditative. So I jumped up and ran to get some dirt to make mud for my stings.

Hornet medicine is Women's warrior medicine and sisterhood. Fitting that I'd be inviting you women here to the Wombn's Wisdom Healers Circle.

Saturday, I stopped to meditate about the same place, but parked my butt in the middle of the path, not a hornet to be seen. I'd been sitting very still for maybe five minutes, when a coyote comes bounding up the road toward me. He skids to a stop and turns and runs to the woods. Another coyote or two followed him, never seeing me.

I hear the pack of coyotes all the time in the evenings. I have only seen one maybe four times in 15 years in Maine, and one of those was a road kill bitch on Route one. That was sad. She was nursing pups.

To be in a coyote's direct path like that feels very special. Coyote is the trickster who tricks himself. He is a bringer of medicine you may not like.
I used to be terrified of coyote. Now I just say, Oh shit! Now what.

And I am awed that he followed me right up my path. This is important.

He was so wild, his wildness reflected in his intense of avoidance of me. Most wild things, like the doe from last week, and the birds and woodchucks, express a degree of curiosity or interaction with humans.

Not the coyote.

What are you going to do next?

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:50:22 -0000

I saw this question this morning, and I had no idea of the answer, except that I was going to the Farmer's Market.

Then I spent the afternoon on the phone and on email inviting women to the Wombn's Wisdom Healer's Circle.

And as I am doing it, I am feeling how profound and blessed the work is. I thought I was just dashing off an email, but I am feeling so embraced by the circle and so engaged energetically with each woman I invite that I am quite overwhelmed with the beauty of it.

I should know better by now. When following Divine Mother's leadings, it is a heart, mind, soul, womb project. Aho.

Here's the link for you:
http://www.thetempleofwombn.com/WWHC.htm

When is competition valuable?

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 18:16:10 -0000

Never.
I thought I'd read a quote by Alfie Kohn that competition is inherently violent, but it is not surrendering to my google search.
So I will quote myself and say that Competition is violent, destructive, and abusive, and I know this from personal experience, in my earliest memories.

Now here's an article Alfie Kohn, psychologist and educator. I was gonna take excerpts, but I'll just copy the whole thing which you can read or leave. I need to remember this for myself, cause fear bred of competition still runs me sometimes. Grrrr.

I didn't notice yesterday that the article did not fit in the window. Here's the link:
The Case against Competition

WORKING MOTHER

September 1987

The Case Against Competition

By Alfie Kohn

When it comes to competition, we Americans typically recognize only two legitimate positions: enthusiastic support and qualified support.

The first view holds that the more we immerse our children (and ourselves) in rivalry, the better. Competition builds character and produces excellence. The second stance admits that our society has gotten carried away with the need to be Number One, that we push our kids too hard and too fast to become winners -- but insists that competition can be healthy and fun if we keep it in perspective.

I used to be in the second camp. But after five years of investigating the topic, looking at research from psychology, sociology, education and other fields. I'm now convinced that neither position is correct. Competition is bad news all right, but it's not just that we overdo it or misapply it. The trouble lies with competition itself. The best amount of competition for our children is none at all, and the very phrase "healthy competition" is actually a contradiction in terms.

That may sound extreme if not downright un-American. But some things aren't just bad because they're done to excess; some things are inherently destructive. Competition, which simply means that one person can succeed only if others fail, is one of those things. It's always unnecessary and inappropriate at school, at play and at home.

Think for a moment about the goals you have for your children. Chances are you want them to develop healthy self-esteem, to accept themselves as basically good people. You want them to become successful, to achieve the excellence of which they're capable. You want them to have loving and supportive relationships. And you want them to enjoy themselves.

These are fine goals. But competition not only isn't necessary for reaching them -- it actually undermines them.

Competition is to self-esteem as sugar is to teeth. Most people lose in most competitive encounters, and it's obvious why that causes self-doubt. But even winning doesn't build character; it just lets a child gloat temporarily. Studies have shown that feelings of self-worth become dependent on external sources of evaluation as a result of competition: Your value is defined by what you've done. Worse -- you're a good person in proportion to the number of people you've beaten.

In a competitive culture, a child is told that it isn't enough to be good -- he must triumph over others. Success comes to be defined as victory, even though these are really two very different things. Even when the child manages to win, the whole affair, psychologically speaking, becomes a vicious circle: The more he competes, the more he needs to compete to feel good about himself.

When I made this point on the Phil Donahue Show, my objections were waved aside by the parents of a seven-year-old tennis champion named Kyle, who appeared on the program with me. Kyle had been used to winning ever since a tennis racket was put in his hands at the age of two. But at the very end of the show, someone in the audience asked him how he felt when he lost. Kyle lowered his head and in a small voice replied, "Ashamed."

This is not to say that children shouldn't learn discipline and tenacity, that they shouldn't be encouraged to succeed or even have a nodding acquaintance with failure. But none of these requires winning and losing -- that is, having to beat other children and worry about being beaten. When classrooms and playing fields are based on cooperation rather than competition, children feel better about themselves. They work with others instead of against them, and their self-esteem doesn't depend on winning a spelling bee or a Little League game.

Children succeed in spite of competition, not because of it. Most of us were raised to believe that we do our best work when we're in a race -- that without competition we would all become fat, lazy and mediocre. It's a belief that our society takes on faith. It's also false.

There is good evidence that productivity in the workplace suffers as a result of competition. The research is even more compelling in classroom settings. David Johnson, a professor of social psychology at the University of Minnesota, and his colleagues reviewed all the studies they could find on the subject from 1924 to 1980. Sixty-five of the studies found that children learn better when they work cooperatively as opposed to competitively, eight found the reverse, and 36 found no significant difference. The more complex the learning task, the worse children in a competitive environment fared.

Brandeis University psychologist Teresa Amabile was more interested in creativity. She asked 22 girls, ages seven to 11, to make "silly collages." Some competed for prizes and some didn't. Seven artists then independently rated the girls' work. It turned out that the children who were trying to win produced collages that were much less creative -- less spontaneous, complex and varied -- than the others.

One after another, researchers across the country have concluded that children do not learn better when education is transformed into a competitive struggle. Why? First, competition often makes kids anxious and that interferes with concentration. Second, competition doesn't permit them to share their talents and resources as cooperation does, so they can't learn from one another. Finally, trying to be Number One distracts them from what they're supposed to be learning. It may seem paradoxical, but when a student concentrates on the reward (an A or a gold star or a trophy), she becomes less interested in what she's doing. The result: Performance declines.

Just because forcing children to try to outdo one another is counterproductive doesn't mean they can't keep track of how they're doing. There's no problem with comparing their achievements to an objective standard (how fast they ran, how many questions they got right) or to how they did yesterday or last year. But any mother who values intellectual development for her child should realize that turning learning into a race simply doesn't work.

Competition is a recipe for hostility. By definition, not everyone can win a contest. If one child wins, another cannot. This means that each child inevitably comes to regard others as obstacles to his or her own success. Forget fractions or home runs; this is the real lesson our children learn in a competitive environment.

Competition leads children to envy winners, to dismiss losers (there's no nastier epithet in our language than "Loser!") and to be suspicious of just about everyone. Competition makes it difficult to regard others as potential friends or collaborators; even if you're not my rival today, you could be tomorrow.

This is not to say that competitors will always detest each other. But trying to outdo someone is not conducive to trust -- indeed, it would be irrational to trust someone who gains from your failure. At best, competition leads one to look at others through narrowed eyes; at worst, it invites outright aggression. Existing relationships are strained to the breaking point, while new friendships are often nipped in the bud.

Again, the research helps to explain the destructive effect of win/lose arrangements. When children compete, they are less able to take the perspective of others -- that is, to see the world from someone else's point of view. One study demonstrated conclusively that competitive children were less empathetic than others; another study showed that competitive children were less generous.

Cooperation, on the other hand, is marvelously successful at helping children to communicate effectively, to trust in others and to accept those who are different from themselves. Competition interferes with these goals and often results in outright antisocial behavior. The choice is ours: We can blame the individual children who cheat, turn violent or withdraw, or we can face the fact that competition itself is responsible for such ugliness.

Studies also show, incidentally, that competition among groups isn't any better than competition among individuals. Kids don't have to work against a common enemy in order to know the joys of camaraderie or to experience success. Real cooperation doesn't require triumphing over another group.

Having fun doesn't mean turning playing fields into battlefields. It's remarkable, when you top to think about it, that the way we teach our kids to have a good time is to play highly structured games in which one individual or team must defeat another.

Consider one of the first games our children learn to play: musical chairs. Take away one chair and one child in each round until one smug winner is seated and everyone else has been excluded from play. You know that sour birthday party scene; the needle is lifted from the record and someone else is transformed into a loser, forced to sit out the rest of the game with the other unhappy kids on the side. That's how children learn to have fun in America.

Terry Orlick, a Canadian expert on games, suggests changing the goal of musical chairs so children are asked to fit on a diminishing number of seats. At the end, seven or eight giggling, happy kids are trying to squish on a single chair. Everyone has fun and there are no winners or losers.

What's true of musical chairs is true of all recreation; with a little ingenuity, we can devise games in which the obstacle is something intrinsic to the task itself rather than another person or team.

In fact, not one of the benefits attributed to sports or other competitive games actually requires competition. Children can get plenty of exercise without struggling against each other. Teamwork? Cooperative games allow everyone to work together, without creating enemies. Improving skills and setting challenges? Again, an objective standard or one's own earlier performance will do.

When Orlick taught a group of children noncompetitive games, two thirds of the boys and all of the girls preferred them to games that require opponents. If our culture's idea of a good time is competition, it may just be because we haven't tried the alternative.

How can parents raise a noncompetitive child in a competitive world? Competition is actually destructive to children's self-esteem. It interferes with learning, sabotages relationships and isn't necessary for a good time. But how do you raise a child in a culture that hasn't yet caught on to this?

There are no easy answers here. But there is one clearly unsatisfactory answer: Make your son or daughter competitive in order to fit into the "real world." That isn't desirable for the child -- for all the reasons given here -- and it perpetuates the poison of competition in another generation.

Children can be taught about competition, prepared for the destructive forces they'll encounter, without being groomed to take part in it uncritically. They can be exposed to the case against competition just as they are taught the harms of drug abuse or reckless driving.

You will have to decide how much compromise is appropriate so your child isn't left out or ridiculed in a competitive society. But at least you can make your decision based on knowledge about competition's destructiveness. You can work with other parents and with your child's teachers and coaches to help change the structures that set children against one another. Of you may want to look into cooperative schools and summer camps, which are beginning to catch on around the country.

As for reducing rivalry and competitive attitudes in the home:

Avoid comparing a child's performance to that of a sibling, a classmate, or yourself as a child.
Don't use contests ("Who can dry the dishes fastest?") around the house. Watch your use of language ("Who's the best little girl in the whole wide world?") that reinforces competitive attitudes.
Never make your love or acceptance conditional on a child's performance. Some parents give subtle messages; they may say to their child, "As long as you did your best..." but Bobby knows that Mommy really likes him better when he wins. Nothing is more psychologically destructive than making approval dependent on victory.
Be aware of your power as a model. If you need to beat others, your child will learn that from you regardless of what you say. The lesson will be even stronger if you use your child to provide you with vicarious victories.

Raising healthy, happy, productive children goes hand in hand with creating a better society. The first step to achieving both is recognizing that our belief in the value of competition is built on myths. There are better ways for our children -- and for us -- to work and play and live.

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two days in Hope

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 15:54:18 -0000

Busy weekend. Saturday morning orgasmic shopping at the Farmer's Market, and afternoon messing around the house with laundry, email and I don't remember what. I worked in the garden and the woods, transplanting the eggplants, but first digging up another stone, as big as the heart stone, but this one decidedly masculine in energy. Not phallic but masculine all the same. Then wandering throughout my woods choosing sweat lodge saplings mostly alder and some young birch. One maple that insisted. Doing some magic. Doing. no just being out there works magic. and I stopped to smell the roses, literally. There is a wild white climbing rose that blooms clear to the top of a birch tree in the edge of the woods. I stood there till I was drunk.

Have you heard that Rose is the Fragrance of God? It is the highest vibration of any living thing on the planet. Do something with organic wild rose petal: rose tea: collect petals in a pitcher or jar and cover with water. Set in the sun. Blend with green tea or fresh lemonade! Rose oil infusion. Rose and red clover: no cancer ever.

I am going out later to harvest rose. I have rose essential oil. It is powerful and extremely expensive. I digress, but thanks for the reminder. I had forgotten than I can bring rose into the house.

Dance Saturday really great music and fun. I ate ants.

Crunchy.

My friend brought stirred fried, smoky bacon tasting homemade fried ants from Guatemala. They taste better than raw slugs, but I did feel my snout grow long and pointy and my tongue get skinny and capable of spiralling down holes... I think I'll stop now.

Sunday I went with friends to pick organic strawberries I have never had such good strawberries since child hood and organic hadn't been invented then.

Then I worked my computer job and went crazy from being inside the computer. I spend a couple hours in the woods, planning to build the sweat lodge, but hornets had taken over the space. I have to move the lodge. Some lovely hard labor in the fog working up a sweat and an appetite. I was out there till nearly full dark. Coyotes and wood thrush, a strange chorus.

I came home to the house and it was still dark. Power out.

I took advantage of the hot water tank for a quick shower: have to wash off the ticks.

Then I build a fire in an old wok. Set it up safely on the porch -- pouring rain -- and cooked a fish stew: stock already made, just add fresh fish and some curry seasoning. Watched fire in the pot, and fireflies in the trees, and ate satisfying hot food while the rain dripped.

Then I went to bed. Early for a change. I love it when the world goes dark and silent, for a little while.

What was the last thing you found yourself waiting for?

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:23:24 -0000

Waiting for Gaia pages to load. Well you asked.
It is very frustrating and prevents me from participating more than I do.
I have a fast connection and fast computer. It's Gaia that sends me down the rabbit hole, on both my Mac and PC.

So I am waiting for Gaia to do whatever it takes to improve the functionality of this website.

I stay because I love and I am loved in return.

I'll play when I don't have to stand in line for my ticket or watch my token drop through the grate.

Sigh.

(2nd attempt... I'm waiting!) tap tap tapping my little toes

Naked coffee in the garden

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 13:31:43 -0000

Here's what happens when I quietly take my coffee naked in the garden, sitting on my rock (cold!) bench. Pouring rain when I awoke, misty juiciness now.

Bumble bees making whoopie with the raspberry blossoms over my right shoulder.
A lone chirpy cricket somewhere in the mud.
Birds thrumming their wings purposefully as they each claim their favorite place for bug catching.
Back and forth, again and again. Hungry nestlings!
Snatches of song, strictly business. . .

Cedar waxwings untie the sweat lodge. Seems late for nest building, but maybe they need repairs, enlargements.

Someone is watching me.

Look down the lane, I am transfixed, held in the gaze of a doe.

Her smooth brown haunch as solid as earth, her strong stem of a neck alert.

White flag tail casually twitches at a fly.

We gaze and gaze and gaze, until I feel her inside of me, tailbone to crown.
At that moment, she relaxes back into her browsing of raspberry canes on the ledge,
glancing at me occasionally.

She slowly walks to the east, through the raspberries, I see her glance up at me between chews. Then she presents her broad left flank to me as she crosses back west across the path.

My coffee cup is empty, my heart is full.

Melting Hugs

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 10:48:56 -0000

After my rant yesterday, I need a hug.

Not a butt in the air, no touching below the waste hug.

Not a one armed we used to be lovers, but I'm dating someone else now hug.

Not a quickie hug.

Not a bear hug,

Not even a heart to heart hug.

I want a melting hug.
And I am going out to find one today.

Which means I have to dare to give somebody a melting hug today.
Giving a melting hug means I dare to be uncomfortable until I melt.
More, it means I dare to be with the other persons discomfort till he or she melts.

We're uncomfortable melting into another person's presence, body, even our lovers
and certainly not other people, definitely not fully clothed in public places.

I am getting out of my comfort zone today.

People, our comfort zone is killing us!

Dare to be uncomfortable for a few seconds.
Give and receive a melting hug.

Sometime, soon.

Today would be good.

Scuse me, this Diva's Gotta Rant!

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 15:25:42 -0000

So,

I am in my studio yesterday, working away with the PMC with the radio on, and the NPR news tells me that Mr. Bush stands up telling Congress and the American people to let BIG OIL drill in our coastal waters and the Arctic preserve... Cause, like, we got no choice now, duh.

NOW he plays his hand, at last. Manipulate, terrorize, maim, murder, invade, and neglect till we twist on a wire, and say, GO AHEAD Take the oil in the Gulf and the Tundra. Tell us anything. We love it when you lie to us... Abuse me one more night and say you love me.

Damn, my blood was boiling.

Message to Congress, don't prove that your collective body is at the end what it was at the beginning of the Bush Error: a lard assed, lily-livered, fart headed, jelly spined weakling.

You signed off your (our the people's ) powers to the executive and allowed the immoral war.
Don't let them scare you into sucking more oil out of the earth to continue the madness.

Stand up to the mother fucker, and say NO. And go out and fund some alternatives, create a REAL ENERGY policy, thirty years late, but it is now or never.

Knuckle under now, and Kiss your arse goodbye.

OH, United States of the American continent, somebody has stepped on your anthill, and you are running in a blind frenzy. The one with the boot isn't blind or frenzied. It's calculating and cool and waiting for you to say Uncle.

Antlings of America, wake up and know that you are god!

To the gods and goddess of Gaia, let's show the way. That is why we came together here.

OK, I am ready to get back to the studio. That's were I change the world. Then I'll dig in the earth. I don't have monthly blood to feed her any more, but I can feed her my daily attention and gratitude.

Love,
DC

What is your relationship to touch?

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 14:04:40 -0000

Touch My Art, Touch Me.

The Q n R questions over this weekend while I was away are so synchronous with who I am, and what I've been up to lately that I was going to do a big Q n R blog to catch up in a day or two.

Then along comes the Touch Question, and it is the answer to all of them:

What makes me feel wealthy?
Touching You, Touching Me
Let's me and you go touch somebody together.

What sets off my creativity?
TOUCH
Skin to Skin
Fur to Fingers
Texture to Tongue
And I play with my food

Where do I find art in my life?
My fingertips
Watch just for a few minutes, you'll see.

My more of my art lives here at Touching Art--

How do I handle Change?

I love where I am going more than I love where I have been.
Touch the Moment

I love you. Let's Touch.

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Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:17:31 -0000

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Peace Talk from Grandfather Joseph Rael

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:02:39 -0000

After having predicted the earthquakes in May, Grandfather Joseph Rael sees hands — our hands — working to heal Mother Earth in June. He writes:

"Maa-neh" (hand) is the vibrational sound for "to manifest divine placement" on disturbed land.

The person's hands can be used on the earth in the garden areas and other places where the earth has seen hard use. Work can be done with one's hands to mend the devastation of earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, floods, and fires.

In the month of June, more and more people will go towards solar energy use at all levels. Individuals will begin small family-size gardening plots. More than ever before we will see reverence for Mother Earth and a return to the land as a basis for life. Renewal is in the beginning stages in June.

Beautiful Painted Arrow

Joseph's Painting of the Metaphor of the Fault Lines

A Geologic Formation

The fault lines on the Earth's surface are a metaphor of how thinking faults separates us too. However, when thoughts are spoken that is when reconciliation can occur between two people in conflict.

Miss Muffet~Studio Cat

Wed, 28 May 2008 14:18:02 -0000

Whatever I am doing indoors or out, Miss Muffet contrives to be near me. Right now she is lying on a pile of jewelry beside the computer here. A few minutes ago, she rested on a pile of reference books, until I disturbed her by taking her picture.

What a girl needs in the woods

Mon, 26 May 2008 02:26:47 -0000

Besides a man with a chainsaw, she needs:

Somebody to check her for ticks!

What are you learning?

Wed, 21 May 2008 04:12:25 -0000

I am learning how to make things out of Precious Metal Clay.
See what I made!
http://carlasanders.com

DC