Love and Deliberate Creativition

OK. Here I am. Right next to the Hudson River. With the gourmet songs of swingin tunes from the birds who love the pleasures of living in trees of the Mid-Hudson Valley. And they get to fly!

I have to hire pilots and waiters to sweep me across the country. Flying at 879 miles per hour at 38,000 feet in -58 degree weather, I sit with my window seat and my computer map of the route from San Francisco to Atlanta. A new route for me this time.

Life in the Bay area is 8+ hours away, but I will show you some excerpts from my life there including macro and micro views. Considered a lifelong learning experience, life in the Aquarian era has some necessary ingredients; hope, beauty, making art, love, creativity, but especially the practice of Deliberate Creation.

What is that?

Just for a minute imagine this.

You are in complete control of your life. The way things work out, the people you meet, the lovers you have, the flowers you grow, the health you have, are all in your control. Good. You did it.

Now, all you have to do is match your vibratory emissions with the vibrations of that which you are wanting to live with, have, enjoy and be. It is the law of the Universe that you are always creating. So why not create what you want, instead of just wishing for it?

How?

For example, suppose you want to feel more love. You begin by surrounding yourself with love, the kind of love you want. And that is probably unconditional, pure, sweet love. Appreciate the love. Appreciate the loving kindness of anyone who is kind and loving to you. Appreciate yourself for being willing to step out of the norm and experience more love. Appreciate your ability to create circumstances which present more love to you. Think love, drink love, spread love on your toast, read about love, talk about love. Write a love story with you as the main character who finds love. Get involved in the love. Look around for loving environments and appreciate them. Let the other places drift away. Let the judgemental people drift away. Let the storms miss you. Next thing you know you will have to keep a journal about how much love you have in your life.

This is deliberate creation.

Crystalheart Dolls

My daughter left home at age 16 in 1990 and I began making dolls. They were like more children to me, for I greatly missed my daughter. I have been keeping the dolls under my bed where they have been waiting for a long time to tell their stories. 2008 has been a year of soul searching for me, deciding what I want to create next in my life. I keep coming back to the Crystalheart Dolls. Now is a good time for the story telling to begin.

Here are some pictures of the Crystalheart Dolls. When you get to know them, you will see how sweet they are and how dedicated they are to sharing their joy and goodness with friends, family and people they meet. Mainly they want to tell stories of how anyone of any age can use their own friendly hearts, thoughts and and actions to create goodness, beauty and happiness for themselves and others around them. The Crystalhearts know that life is fun and filled with joy.

in spirit ation

sometimes the music is so good, you can't go to bed. The Be Sweet team drove to Long Beach last week for the The National Needle Arts trade show and are grateful for good business and successful returning.

On the 26th I will be showing my 12 Stones Necklaces at the San Francisco Gift Show. You will find me in Handmade at booth 6428 with some new pieces that are casual and fun and begging to be worn. I will get some photos of them up soon. I am having fun doing some new pieces in a lower price point than usual.

Hope you like the poem and the pictures of the bay and the December mooooon. Keep smiling!

An Attempt to Express the Beauty of the Full Moon Rising Between Larkspur and Angel Island Shining on the Bay at Solstice 2007
(One of My Last Nights At the Portofino)

Imagine the deepening
Darkness blueviolette glow
……………………………
Brilliant sphere of honey gold
Calls to you from millions of light
Years into the outer depths

It flows directly to you
Undulating over the precious liquids
That have collected here in this basin
The depths hidden below
In the land of the dancing stuff
Unseen depths, unsung stories

These bloodwaters are shared
Pacific Ocean, Oakland Estuary, Richardson Bay
Alive and well and heaving now to the music
Of us all who help everything
Keep moving, jumping swaying, restless
And expanding, alive

No skepticism plagues this beam
She soothes me, excites me
I savor her
I want to lick her and let her know
Just what pleasure she emits
By simply her dance on the surface
Her waving thighs
Her thousands of arms reaching, reaching, reaching
For more and more

Expectantly reaching for her next moment
Her connection, her next embrace
The kiss she will feel on her lips
And her deepest undulates underneath
Below the surface
So sweet, so slow
The essence of moisture, giving life to all that is
Her waters slipping,
Sliding over one another
Spilling hope

Oh! The ferry!
He comes, sliding through her face
He stirs her golden palette
He glides gently, piercing her radiance
Stirring more and more enjoyment
Her purpose for being
Her agitation a song of purest pleasure
She loves him as she rises
And he drifts onward, away
Onward, seeking the thrills of the city

weaving a life

It is possible to get the warp and the weft to agree on getting together to maintain the fabric. Then they think, is this what I want? I am stuck with this warp? I like it but not so close all the time.

How about if I go back to being strands of wool just like I was before? The potential was so exciting. And then the inner being of the strands said, "the time is now to be knit together for our greater presence" and I was swept up in the delight of it and gave into the union. Expanding presence, more love, more beauty, more being.

FALL BONES

Don't know if you relate, but this has been a season of incredible contrasts and colorful weavings pour moi. To move across the American continent, from Atlantic to Pacific and back to Atlantic has the dimension of a mere sidebar in my existence. Most people would consider that a major feat, but no, me? I am taking it in stride, almost accepting that bi-coastal is just another daily event that seems -- as my friend Larry calls me --paranormal. I like that. It helps to illuminate the practicality of a mystic's life. Anyway, how to manage consolidation of 2 coasts; cars, furniture, papers, insurance, phones, friends, taxes and addresses is a beauty of a challenge which, in the end beckons one to think of it all as simply stuff. And one thing we all know is that there is plenty of stuff everywhere here in the northern hemisphere. You can easily come by it. And you can't let it rule you in an atmosphere so magical as the Catskill mountains -- or for that matter anyplace you love. I think it is only really dominant when you lack love, appreciation, and harmony in your life.

Here I am Pixleyless, meaning without a daily teacher (3-year old grandson) of the joyful life. Think about it, what adults do you know who get together for the express purpose of playing, exploring how totally amazingly beautiful life really is?? Not too many. Mostly we get together to either dull our senses or discuss who is sick, who is lacking money, who is breaking up, rather than using our creative energies and imaginations to build our dream realities, to love colors, textures, images, feeling things and each other and smiling and laughing with each other. We (the human race), have really let ourselves fall into a silly rut.

Call me a Pollyanna, but I have noticed that my imagination is the most powerful force in my life and when I can figure out what I want I always (100%), completely get it. So if I am using my imagination to picture war and children starving, I get it (which I no longer do). And if I use my imagination to see in my mind's eye, beautiful children having fun, or harmonious adults enjoying life in a harmonious environment (which is something worth concentrating on), then I have that experience. So imagine if people all over the globe were doing just that. It could make a huge difference. (More about the law of attraction in a few days)

Take the Sheep and Wool event in Rhinebeck last weekend. Not only did I see some of the best cared for sheep, goats and rabbits, but the people who presented their work there were some of the happiest, peaceful, productive and enjoyable folks I have ever seen. We are talking multi-talented agrarians who take great photos, weave divine textiles, network brilliantly, dye with plants and do things everyday that most of us would give our eye teeth to be able to pull off. They take care of their plants and animals and have dedicated themselves to loving land, colors and texture. They may not have a Lexus in the driveway, but they are so successful! I dare to say more than most stars and billionaires. Why? They are living and enjoying stretched out, hopeful, endless natural TIME.

All in all, life here in the Hudson Valley, although there are the small villages and cities, is in a natural world where one can get away easily from hustle and go to water, mountain, forest, field and breathe in an ancient and blessed form of energy; fresh, pure, enlivened and sweet air. It blows around and keeps us all alive and makes the clothes on the line twirl wildly and the escaped leaves skip madly. In the music of the of the valleys and the aura atop the Catskills, the wind is stirring up our hope and gifting us all with caresses that pass through our skin into the depths of our bones, inspiring strength and stamina for a winter stretch. The message from the bones..... "Love me; love me for my cycles of bliss and my sadness, love me for my busyness and quietness, for my holding you up and for my letting you rest, love me for my blood making qualities, but most of all just love me for being here with you." Isn't this just like true friendship? I'm so grateful for my precious friends and for the bone people living deep inside my body. When you see all those skeletons hanging around..... think about them. They certainly outlast the flesh.

Here are some pictures from a recent walk at Mohonk with the wonderful Carol.

je t'aime

Love and Peace

I just went downstairs to get my username and password to sign into my blogspot. In the darkness of my kitchen, the one with the 1930's breakfast nook and small table that my father made for me when I was 3, with friendly light from the street lamp illuminating the walls, I came upon my devoted, humble, sweetheart of a servant, rumbling and whooshing, my beloved dishwasher. This hunk of white metal, with hidden hoses and plastic coated racks, with whirling parts that I never get to witness racing around, and with the magic dispensers of dish powder and glass sparkler dancing open at just the right time, actualizes the wishes that women of the past never even dared to dream. Think about it. While I am up here with you, my friends and family, someone fantastic is doing my dishes, efficiently and sweetly. For when I open the door, there they all are, clean, smiling at me, hopeful and ready, not one broken, sparkling and sanitized; happy dishes. I love my dishwasher.

These pictures are from a secret place here in the Hudson Valley that holds onto its natural beauty the way that I hold onto my dream of everyday peace on earth.

How does peace feel? Like you can really breathe freely. Like you have plenty of time; you don't have to rush anywhere. Like you are being loved and taken care of by an entire universe that adores you. Like you can have anything you want just for wanting it and loving it. Like you are truly loved for who you are -- an evolving sweet soul, a beauty. It feels like you always wanted to feel, like you felt when they brought out the birthday cake all glowing with candles and sang happy birthday, happy it was just for you.

Let yourself get the feeling of peace now no matter where you are. For wherever you are, your opportunity is to appreciate hanging around this amazing place called Earth. Jet'aime

Ashokan Days

Dearest Reader
I am living in New York now -- since my last blog I have spent a divine summer -- some say the best ever in the Hudson Valley. Although many people have not heard, the SF Bay area does not really have a summer. Certainly not the kind that we here in the east enjoy. It was so hot here that you could easily not wear clothing around for days. You could take a nap naked, or swim naked or dine naked and never miss any article of clothing whatsoever. Of course I did not do that except when safely in my bedroom, but one could if the culture allowed it.
The moist air of summer in the valley is so smooth that sometimes you feel you could swim through like a fish twirling your body around with head down or up, tail in the waves. Pixley, my 3 year old grandson and I spent many days together having picnics, playing with water, letting the wind blow through our hair and hanging out in the basement with train tracks, engines, freights and woo wooooo's. Almost no one in Kingston is excited and happy when a train cuts off the streets as they rumble by, but Pix and I searched them out. We pulled up as close as we could and watched, shouting out the names and colors of the cars and staring in amazement at the connections so necessary to make a train do what it does -- travel along, pulled by an engine on a track.
That is the theme of my night. Connections.
I have never valued my connections before the way I do now. The links that I have with other people have become like precious seams in an endless quilt of time. I have begun to accept that I am loved and lovable, valuable for simply who I am, for my sweet heart, my soul's desires, for my journey as a simple pilgrim walking along the paths, wandering in the forests and holding the hands of those who I meet. No frills, glitz or can can is necessary. Just the authentic being.
The fascination of a small boy, a strong boy, a bright and energetic boy for trains and tracks carries me along to appreciate being with the people here in this community, this joining of lives together in honoring the river, the mountains, the streams and honoring what happened here before us and will happen here after us. The dance of the sun, the stars, the clouds and the seasons all whirl around us as we alamand left, and right, swing our partners and fall satisfied into our beds at night so grateful for this place we call home.
Je'taime