Queen Heron: Here in Magic Land with Heron as her totem, she could BE HERSELF; strong, capable, mystical, communing with stars that showed her the way home to the Heart of the Mystery,
Spirit Horse: Calling to her wildness and freedom unchained, at home with the wind, her beauty un-reined.
Bee Magick: The promise of honey, sweet and warm, kept her safe and strong as the Bee, her spirit animal.
Prosperity: Alive in her heart, where love lived forever, with Giraffe as her Spirit Animal, she'd live long and prosper.
Bear Spirit Medicine called her name; his beauty a bounty, her torch aflame.
Robin Magick calls her name...berry red lips, heart and breast untamed. Gold stars remind her from whence she came for she too was magick, just the same.
Owl Magick: Aglow from the inside, with Moon shining bright, her Spirit Animal, the Owl guides by night.
SoulSecret: Sweetly, secretly, she dreamed a new life, with Ermine, her Spirit Animal, her guiding light.
Fleur: With Blue Cat, her totem animal, by her side, she bloomed, like a pale, delicate fleur, enraptured by the sun, blessed by the rain and feted by the fairies.
Subtle: She valued subtlety above all else and her totem animal, the tabby cat had taught her plenty, lIke how to be fierce AND gentle, soft AND strong. For in her heart of hearts she was a warrior and a Queen, ready and willing to make a difference on this planet she called home.
Sweetness: This was HER heart on the line, and it hurt. So she called upon Jack Rabbit, her totem animal, to make it better. He advised speed, but it was time that she needed and a speedy recovery. So, into the pink she leapt where sweetness dreamed and magic slept.
Spark: Starlight, starbright, her salamander came to her by night. It sparked, it glowed, it lit her up inside, sharing magic side-by-side.
SoulSpeak: She had called her to him, her totem animal, her beloved dolphin, because she knew deep in her crystalline heart that truth and beauty were her destiny. She would not rest 'til her soul spoke Dolphin and she was ONE with her Beloved.
Healing: In her sadness, no relief, just memories. Her spirit totem, the Anteater, encircled her, sharing the heaviness of time that twisted her insides into knots with no room to breathe. Soon, she would forget and move on, find peace and healing within, then share it with her friends.
Anteater Medicine: To go deep, deep, deep into the spirit of the Universe and to bring back small gems of knowledge to heal the woes of the world, both a blessing and a curse, so be careful how you use this Totem Animal's Power.
Brave: Each time the BIG CAT called her name, by Sun, by Heat, by Flame, she'd pause and remind herself; She. Was. Brave. So brave, that her fears had to run to catch up with her. Though her heart might pound, this party was Hers and the Devil wasn't allowed.
Her dreams were big and fanciful and full of change and power and pride. You could see it in her eyes; pride in her country, herself, her guides. This bird, her totem, always by her side, fishing and squawking most in-elegantly, of fair-ness, equality and destiny.
All the colors in the world were here for her to digest, take in and transform. Until she too could fly on wings of shimmer where magic lay waiting for her touch and a word to awaken the silence within.
The blood of her tears birthed a dragon, her spirit totem, her heart; fierce yet vulnerable, soft and new, yet fighting, always fighting to be true to her self, her gods, her divine, oh so divine beauty. She would live her truth, no matter what...her dragon told her so.
Her songbird was her totem, her blessing in disguise. She had secrets, told no lies, suffered no fools. She was dark and powerful and potent inside and when she was ready she would sing, but never for her supper. She preferred to walk alone amongst the stars she called home.
In the green, green depths of her snowy-white egret's heart, she knew this bird, her totem animal, her friend, her ally, like she knew herself. Composed, quiet, yet not afraid, ever, to be herself. She was proud and she would not back down. For this was Her time, Her space, Her life and for that she was deeply and forever grateful.
Loyal. A delight. Sunshine in my heart. That's You, my Spirit Animal, my best friend, my golden pup. You amaze me every day. So my love erupts in flowers as the vegetation grows quickly and madly about me striving to catch up with my fullness. Because of you. I believe.
Your Purple-Ness, my totem animal, Crow Spirit calls to me, awakens me, magicks me ALIVE. I am alive and I am glorious! Thank you Spirit Bird for finding me and showing me the way for naught else matters now but your cry...and as you beckon, I too shall fight for survival, for my rights, and for the rights of all.
Silent as the night, as her owl totem, as the moon, she worshipped from afar. Never too close, she gave them all space, so that when they called to her, she could fly, not on wings, but on fancy to a distant realm where dreams slept, awaiting her. So she waited, and she listened, quiet as the night, quiet as the moon, quiet as the owl calling her name.
She didn't realize it was missing until Squirrel, her Spirit Animal reminded her...JOY. Her sadness over the state of the world overwhelmed her, but Squirrel said: "No, you must find a way, for without your efforts the stars might not shine." So she prayed and she wished upon her star for a better world, a world where she Could make a difference, for she must, she had no choice.
She tried to remain calm as the world swirled madly around her so she chose greens; green water, green eyes, green-blues. Her spirit animal, the Murrelet jauntily agreed and the sun smiled harmony down upon them. And she was grateful at last, for being alive.
At first she felt weird, but then the water calmed her, soothed her, charmed her and her Spirit Animal swam towards her. As she rested in the blue safety of the moment she knew love and she laughed inside spouting red-hot swirls all around her.
Call of the Snow Goose
Snow Goose calls her from afar. She is here with her star. Pink, rosy cheeked memories of toques and tongues keep her warm. She is far from home. Her sustenance, the pines whisper reminders, "pssst you are a Northern creature." Nothing can stop her from feeling this in her bones.
Quiet, peaceful, ultramarine purples surround her, calm her, delight her. Her Pink Puss magicks away her worries and dreams her a fantastic new world where LOVE is supreme. A place where pinks and reds warm her and wisdom finds her, easily, succinctly, appropriately.
She had orange hair, spiky, like the Kingfisher, her spirit animal. Next came purple hills - mounds - soft, hazy, magical, like her. With her best friends by her side she knew, without a doubt she WAS special and that the key to everything was inside her. She just had to find it.
Dreaming of You
Surrounded by grey-ness - raining blues, she closes her eyes and dreams of you...her spirit friend appears in the sky, a seagull flying high. A diamond in magenta appears next; a geometry of lines to carry her forward, not into sadness, but hope. As a flower, a lotus? a tulip? in pink appears. She will close her eyes and dream a better tomorrow.
Bear Power Original
It all started with her rein (rain? reign?) of blonde hair. From there I could 'see' the bear, but was it brown, or white? Definitely white: Power, Strength, Mystery, Northern. The blues in the bear accent it's far Northern habitat and that same blue wanted to live in the sky - a star? A form. That could indeed be a star. But she needed heat and warmth and passion. Hot pinks radiated from her and a sun was born - psychedelic, swirly, strong, like her. Again, opposites unite; warms (reds) and cools (blues) as we are both, all of us, and so much more.
A Simple Celebration
At first I thought the main character in my painting was Asian with her black, black hair, but then the stripes appeared and the Light Ultramarine Blue of her eyes matched and she became French too! I pictured her with a kitty but my kitty drawing became a dog instead joined by a friend with the same ears, but this time definitely a puddy tat (ie. a cat). It seemed to be some sort of celebration and so a wreath took shape - voila! This painting celebrates love and friendship and would make a nice present for that very reason.
As I delve into this small jewel of a painting to better understand it, the word SOLACE appears in my mind. But why? Perhaps because this woman has her eyes closed in ecstasy or peace or an imaginary world. She wears feathers of fire and her spirit animal is bright too. She is a mystery encompassing light and dark symbolized by warm and cool colors.
She is indigenous; of the forest, the hemlocks, the rivers and the hot sun of California, as is the Marten, her Spirit Animal. It is peace she seeks; in nature and within. Yet she is a fierce fighter when called upon. The River sings her to sleep and the Sun, hot and unrelenting, sings her praises, but it is deep within the forest that she belongs; singing her heart song, silently, relentlessly, alive.
Before beginning this painting all I could envision was darkness and spikes but I wanted to tie it in with my recent series of Spirit Animal paintings. So I started, as usual with a face and drew it with a bamboo sketch pen that creates a nice, scratchy line. (Oh ya, and by the way I'm also painting with my non-dominant hand). The darkness I felt inside got expressed in the dark, flowing paint outlining her body. Yet in this darkness is light and hope as expressed in the yellow rays extending out from her head. From there I tapped into her spirit animal which turned out to be a red and purple bird. But this bird wanted company. (And it's good feng shui ya know, if you have a painting in your home that depicts a couple...it creates good energy for couples), From there I could see a moon/circle in the sky but when I finished painting it I see that it wants to become a moon-flower so I add petals or rays extending out from it.
In the end, this painting expresses the dark AND the light which is appropriate for this time of year as we are entering the dark time of year (in the Northern Hemisphere) at Hallow's Eve or Samhain, also known as the Celtic New Year.
NOW She Could Sing
Grateful. As I painted her face a frog appeared in my mind and a combination bullfrog and tree frog appeared on the page. Surrounded by FIRE energy; passion, creativity, love symbolized by the color orange and the rays of a sun or a sunflower extending out from the frog. In her heart was rain and sorrow and tears; both sadness and release as symbolized by the giant teardrop in the left corner. The two energies and colors: cool (blues) and warms (reds) melded together to form her striped shirt and she was complete. NOW, she could move forward. NOW she could sing.
Tell Me No Lies