Feeling a shift – finally, the beginning of the end? things are starting to impact people in their pockets and also the random firing of everyone and hiring nincompoops. something is being revealed and then it’ll be an avalanche of information that will make even the staunchest sheep turn this sinking ship around – there’s a lot of us here waiting, we have been waiting desperately to help you take this awful trajectory around.
And so it is
My first real art therapy session was in Mendocino when we stayed at the Stanford Inn. How I even found this vegan, dog friendly resort is beyond me but I believe I plucked it from an ad in a vegan magazine. The owners are a couple who found this location back in their youth and indeed made it into what it is (or was, before covid). They raised their children here, now adults and nearby. What makes it unique is their warm hospitality, award winning food and terraced gardens that serves as inspiration to the chef. The tiny town is on the cliffs known as headlands and was the location for the fictional town of “Cabot Cove” from Murder She Wrote. Instead of a spa or beach day, I took an art therapy class with the female proprietor who had gone back to school for her degree upon empty nesting.
I had never done this before and I was curious and I love crafting although I was never considered any good at even stick figures or my simple, square houses, five petaled flowers or doodling.
I was given free rein of her massive collection of material and left to cut, color, paste and create while we chatted. I did not leave with a masterpiece but I did manage to collage two vision boards. I also spent a lovely time with an interesting woman of my age who had renounced conventional patterns and instead wielded a pioneer stance on life with a splash of bohemian style and succeeded.
Which brings me to this morning wherein I ventured forth into another art therapy course I basically stumbled upon. Being curious and intrigued by the humble description and its informal, friendly marketing style, I signed up for the weekend and attended my first 90 minute live with a most agreeable and yet professional teacher and her course. It’s magically enchanting, playful and unexpectedly quite profound.
Gotta go now and play with my” homework”.
Where has all the juice and enthusiasm from the 90 days of pure joy campaigning for a bipoc woman to get elected gone? I know we needed to recuperate and hold onto hope till the inauguration, longing for someone to divulge voter suppression and the burning and throwing out of ballots that many witnessed and reported before Election Day and on November 5, 2024, a day that will haunt us as a country, for perhaps, the rest of the century.
And now, after mourning our democracy that truly failed us because so many believed the propaganda and behaved poorly; yelling with rage at inclusivity, relentless bullying towards people they thought and were taught erroneously were beneath, spreading abhorrent lies and made up gossip all over social media – and now what?
There is still disinformation against the very party they have lorded over, baited and defeated. Why the continued blasphemy and hatred if you won?
Nevertheless, the teeny tiny turn out of billionaires bloated with glaring greed hungry for more and more power to money and access, inauguration took place, affirming yes, the presidency can be sold, the congress can be led like sheep and be duped, and the judicial system can turn the other way lest their own outrageous immoral and financial secrets could reveal and incriminate their own dastardly conduct.
It is beyond time for the feminine divine to round up her beloved followers and co-create a circle of women dedicated to each other’s emotional, mental and spiritual well-being thereby lifting the energetic field higher. For we no longer belong to the patriarchy. By ignoring and subjugating us, they released us. We now begin anew and forward. We release them with gratitude because they know not what they have done. This and many times henceforth, we form a coronated halo of mothers, daughters, aunties, nieces, and sisters.
Instead of fear, which they love to instill, we will pay them no mind, as they do with the rules of law and the edicts of our constitution.
Instead of warfare and confusion, we rise and gather in circles. We invite the hearts and minds of good and decent people, no matter whom, to our round table and with focus, commitment and passion, we invoke the divine feminine in a myriad and with a colorful kaleidoscope of ways. We share and bleed, heal and encourage, we lead and participate, with each of our heads and hands held high at the grand and highest realm of the sacred feminine, envisioning our mutual destination of a better, safer, more compassionate world.