• Creative Growth,  Journey of the Inner Wanna Be's

    Following the Heart Home

    In early April I began toying with the idea of Inner Wanna Be’s.  These are the parts of ourselves who wish to find their way out into our extraordinary, animated lives.  I began with the Gypsy Wild Woman Inner Wanna Be, letting her guide me all the way up the middle of the US and back again to my South Texas home.  The ride was spectacular because I let fly a part of myself I had always wished to give wings. The Road became my friend during the journey.  It showed me things about myself I never thought I would learn by simply choosing to head out my front door.…

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  • Creative Growth,  Journey of the Inner Wanna Be's,  Moon Mystery

    Full Moon Meditation

    I have been watching the Moon.  That is what I do, I am a Moon Gazer.  She is getting closer to full.  I love watching her wax and wane.  It reminds me of our impermanence, of our ability to change, and that for more years than we know, our ancestors have looked to the skies and felt the movement of Mystery in their lives…just as we do.  The Moon is one of my very favorite parts of this life. The Moon reaches fullness today.  During the Moon’s course from dark to full and dark again each Moonth in 2013, I have committed to focusing on a word chosen by myself and…

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  • Art Retreats,  Creative Growth,  Journey of the Inner Wanna Be's

    Confessions of a Gypsy Wanna Be

    When I was maybe 5 years old, I dressed as a gypsy for Halloween. It was my mother’s idea, but I loved it.  Somehow it expressed some aspect of my nature…. a little wild, very colorful, a tendency for the dramatic, with a sense of something mystical.  I held onto that gypsy child as I grew into a woman although often she has taken second fiddle to obligations of adulthood. She emerges from my subconscious in subtle ways… bangle bracelets and dangle earrings, love of various cultures, and the need to shake my hips and tip my tush when I dance. One area of life the Gypsy-self has never really…

  • Long Way Home

    Textures {Long Way Home Series}

      I am on the road this weekend, tackling three bucket list items.  First, attend an art retreat.  Second….visit the Texas Hill Country.  Three….study with an artist that inspires me.  In this case, Australian artist Tracy Verdugo.  I promise to tell you all about it! To celebrate this adventure of my gypsy spirit, I have a few pictures for the Long Way Home Series with a focus on textures. I picked texture because Tracy’s art reminds me of the textures I imagine our spirits or souls to have.  Fun, huh? The brick walkway along the water’s edge near the bay a mile from my home has begun to decay from exposure to…

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  • Long Way Home

    Where Wildflowers Bloom

    I have had a blast deciding how to share my Long Way Home images with you. Sometimes I want to share the story behind the photos and others let them speak for themselves. I want to pair them according to where they were taken and also group them by a shared theme. Today I have gathered a bouquet of flowers. They have been collected over the last couple of years, some close to home, others far. I bring them out today to recognize the rain that recently blessed my back yard. The last two Summers, we have suffered through droughts, but this last week it poured. My back yard is over grown,…

  • Creative Growth,  Long Way Home

    The Twenty Year Path

    I’ve been a long-way-home kinda gal since I was young. Over the last couple of years, I have brought my camera with me on my travels  down the road less taken. The Long Way Home Series shares the best of that gypsy spirit with you by offering up the treasures I have found along the way. Two years ago, my artist hubby, Eric, and I went to Portland and Washington.  I had been invited to the Association for Creativity in Counseling Conference as a presenter and as a recipient of the ACC Graduate Student Award. It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest. Before I even left for the…

  • Long Way Home

    The Long Way Home

    I am a Long-Way-Home kinda gal.  I recognized it eight years ago when I started dating my hubby. (We actually met eight years ago today!)  He lived about 3 hours away and every night for about a year, we talked on the phone.  My evenings in those days usually found me hanging out at my favorite cafe/bookstore which was in the middle of the town I grew up in. That’s one of my crazy pipe cleaner sculptures on my head. Photo by Earl Parr. When I got his call, I would hop in the car and head home. I wanted the conversation to last, so instead of heading directly to…