and I’LL BE THERE, BE THERE, BE THERE . . .

This last week has been such hell. 119 degree heat, the threat of the big California Park Fire being within 3 miles of my house, the smoky air burning our eyes – I don’t remember any August here in Chico being so damned hot, every single day.

And not having a car! When I gave up driving 5 years ago I never dreamed I’d regret it! What with friends being out of town or not reachable, I have felt so vulnerable.

If I’d had to evacuate, I’d have to walk! Can’t you just see a 78-year old woman stumbling out of town leaning on her walker, back-pack on, slippers on her feet? That would be me! LOL!

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WHISTLING A HAPPY TUNE

Isn’t this how it oughta be? Friends getting together, hanging out, playing, singing, dancing, celebrating life, in all its beauty? I say yes!

I’m completely overwhelmed and exhausted by all the upset, violence, anger and fear coating every aspect of our lives.

How did we get here?

Somehow, we gave ourselves permission to spew gouts of hatred everywhere. Not to mention the raping, killing, maiming, and destroying – not just of humans or material property, but the world itself. It’s disgusting.

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WORKING on the 2025 Calendar

I got a wild hair and started working on next year’s calendar!

(Like I don’t already have plenty to do!!!)! Here’s the December page – waddya think? I love it! I left it crude this time (no image trace). I like the rawness.

I’ll let you know when the calendar is ready for a pre-sale.
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A HAPPY PURPLE WEDDING

With this ring, and yellow flower, and bunny dance, and birdies, and meeces, and ferrets, and sun, and pink and red flowers, and the sun, I thee wed!

Sometimes ya just gotta shed the got-to list and do the fun list. This wasn’t on any list! But I’m feeling low energy today, and it was the perfect pickmeup to do this design.

(Check out everybody’s nail polish – put on exclusively for the wedding celebration!)
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RACOON CATCH & RELEASE

Can’t keep our friends out of the water!
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Let them go! Let them go! Here’s another one with those bright colors. I’ve been hesitant to show the drawings with these garish colors, bcz from what I’ve seen elsewhere, people seem to like the more muted colors. How wrong have I been?
I love the faces on this one – everyone is so happy!
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I LOVE YOU!

I don’t care if you love someone of the opposite sex, the same sex, no sex, weird sex, pronoun sex, or any sex I forgot to mention.

I don’t care what rules any outside agency sets up.

I don’t care what your mother, father, sister, brother, aunty, uncly or other family member believes about love. Or your teacher, doctor, lawyer, or Indian chief.

Love is love is love.

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“I Can’t!”

Here’s a little inspiration for you if you are worried, anxious, scared, or having a desperately hard time. Or maybe it’s for someone you know.

I’ve heard you say, “I failed.”
I’ve heard you say, “I’m so tired.”
And “I’m so afraid.”

I know it’s hard when you’re exhausted and it feels like you have failed somehow.
And you’re so afraid of ‘what might happen if . . . .’

You have to remember: you have done your best, this whole time. What do you think you ‘should’ have been doing? Or ‘should’ be doing even better?

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What Do You Do to Come Back to Your Senses?

Do you ever start something and end up doing something completely and utterly radically different? I fought it, but that’s what happened today.

FISHIES GALORE

I started out tonight intending to write a story about a disastrous sailing adventure I had when I was 15.

Then I started thinking about how, in the past three or four weeks, people who have said they would meet me at an agreed-upon time either never showed, or were an hour or more late (pet peeve!!!).

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Can You Really Make Good Money with Your Art?

If you are not an artist, stick around, because I’m going to show you how you can help your artist friends. If you ARE an artist – well! See what you can do!

Drawing through the night

A couple months ago, I enrolled in a comprehensive 8-week art business course called Leverage Your Art, taught by 7-figure artist, Stacie Bloomfield.

To say the course has had a significant impact on my life is just a bit of an understatement! EVerything in my business has changed as a result – I couldn’t be more thrilled.

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What Do You Do if Someone Steals Your Art?

A fellow artist asked me: You’ve sent a company your images to see if they’d like to carry your line on their products. How do you know they won’t steal your artwork and put it on their products and sell them without your knowledge?

Energy thrills through my hands as I make art

My first thought was, in that case, either the company will go out of business after getting a rotten reputation for being design thieves, or they are so big it will take Godzilla to get them to stop.

There have been many cases that I’m aware of where artists did, in fact, get art/design stealers to stop. If you feel confident that you can get them to stop, go for it, confront them. I know of one person who has gotten hundreds of thousands of dollars in recompense. (You do have to be set up and prepared – more on that below.)

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What Makes Your Presentations So Special?

I want you to be out front, SEEN, and appreciated. Here are seven tips you can employ right now that will help you be more brilliant than you already are.

Podcasting to the Millions

Are you writing, podcasting, or delivering webinars?

Amongst a million others, how are your presentations so brilliant that people remember you and your ideas for years?

What if they were so bright people couldn’t help but want to read and listen to them, wondering what golden nuggets they will find?

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Healing/Creating Hands

Source energies curl and furl in my palms. They remain there until I start working on something. Sometimes they churn and make my hands tingle. As soon as I begin to focus, the energy passes through to my fingers.

Way back in the 60s when I was a potter living in Hawaii, my logo was a hand with a spiral in the palm. It symbolized my intention to bring forth Divine energy through my art. I made it into a stamp I’d press into the bottom of my pots.

Yesterday, I was wondering how I could continue the art-inspiration series I’ve been writing. The image of that hand popped into my mind.

It was perfect, since the last 2 designs I’d made used hands and spirals. But this one had a different feel to it. It made me think of all the healing training I’ve gone through.

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Be A Fierce Bear about Your Art

You have to know the value of what you create. To me, whether it’s my visual art or my writing, it is the Divine Voice speaking with my voice and hands. Its value is incalculable.
Never let anyone dissuade you from regarding your art as valuable.

When my kids were little, they’d join me in my studio. They drove me nuts. They’d wander around, squeezing the clay, opening and slamming shut cabinet doors, sticking little fingers in the powdered glaze materials, dragging out my tools and doofing around with them, and opening and closing the top of my smaller kiln.

Finally, I sat them down at the big middle table and showed them coil and slab building, and later, how to glaze, decorate, and fire their creations. They got to it and proved themselves damn good little artists.

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What Inspires You?

I was taught that “great artists wait for inspiration to come to them, and then they create.” So obviously, if I wanted to become a great artist, I needed to wait for inspiration to come. Well that’s just total BS.

Bringing Light to the World

Smart me! I didn’t believe it. Life moves faster than that. And I don’t wait well.

I have a hard time with old adages. I question EVERYthing. Old, in these times, means either venerated and sure as can be; or outdated, worn out and no longer applicable, even destructive.

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Reading Time

My buddies love it when I read to them!

Reading Time

We gather together and sit on my bed with piles of snacks, and they help me choose which books to read. We love the Mysterious Island, and all of Nathan Lowell’s sci-fi stories.

I have to be careful of Kitty, though — she likes to lean over my shoulder and ruffle the pages so I lose my place. Naughty Kitty!

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Practice

I discovered that practice meant giving up trying to achieve perfection. What it really gave me was a calm, quiet belly.

Practicing with my buddies . . .

Many long years ago, I practiced Tai Chi Sword, and Naginata, a women’s sword-fighting art, where the sword is bound to a six-foot bamboo pole that extends the reach of the sword.

There was a famous battle in Japan in an earlier century — I can’t remember which — where all the men in a village had gone to war, and the women saved their village by fighting off marauders on horseback by binding their husbands’ extra swords to long bamboo poles.

They could now not only reach the marauders and still not get hurt themselves, but they could cut the horses’ legs out from under them. Thus began the traditional martial art of Naginata.

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The Squall of All Squalls

I used to love to fish. Down at the dock, I’d dangle my feet off the end, feeling the outright peace being saturated with sun and calm and things-are-just-right brings.

Jumping, hissing, and spouting, frothy mini-geysers covered the harbor shore to shore.

Sometimes I’d row a skiff out, and float around in the shadows under the piers, throwing in my line to see what I could catch.

There, I was free from older-brother teasing, and “would you watch your little brother for a sec . . “ babysitting. Whether on the dock or out in a boat, I spent as much time every summer as I could with my catch bucket and lunch by my side, line in the water.

One lovely summer noon when we were 15, my friend Sally and I sat on my favorite dock, glumly watching our bait bobbers flop uselessly on the surface of the water — we’d caught plenty of fish earlier, but there had been no bites for some time.

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Bully

David came up behind me, grabbed my pail of fish, and before I could stop him, dumped it right on top of my head. He and his buddies squealed with laughter and ran off down the dock.

The Fish Laugh at My Worm Down at the Dock on this Glorious Sunny Day

The fishes slid down my back, into my shirt, down onto my lap. I was soaked, head to foot. Good thing I wasn’t squeamish.

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Fishies and Buddies at the Bottom of the Sea

I always think of my underwater scenes as reflective of our human life above the water.
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Fishies and Buddies at the Bottom of the Sea

How, at the very same time, life is so full of kindness and compassion, even as it is fraught with rampant killing and imminent danger, with safe and neutral territories and scary streets you’d avoid if you could.
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How there are sneaky eels hiding in the coral, waiting to strike the unsuspecting finny lunch; silvery minnows flitting around the wavy plant stalks, bright scallops appearing like uplifting lights in a dark sea.
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Feed the Lot (A Dream that I wish was real)

In a dream, I’m the manager of a catering company. We get an order to cater The Cattleman’s Association Annual Stockman Gathering. 800 people.

Spaghetti for Everyone!

I’m thinking, wow, 800 people! That’s a lot of people — I didn’t even know there was a group called that, much less that there were so many of them!

So I gather supplies, find a venue, conscript other caterers in town to help, and at last we are all set and ready to open the doors.

We’re standing at our tables in the huge room, waiting for the people to come in. Ten, fifteen, thirty, sixty, 80.

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Kitties Love Us, but Would Never Admit It

I love looking out at the squirrels who hop around on my neighbor, Joy’s roof, along with the jays and other birdies.
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Her cat chases them endlessly, but never catches a thing. I think he must be de-clawed, poor thing.
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There’s a hummingbird feeder out there, too – it’s always jam-packed with flying fluttering hummers. The kitty sits inside on the sill of the window, slathering at the mouth, dreaming of the impossible feast.
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Kitties Don’t Give Up!

I used to watch my cat sit still for hours watching the birdies – he never, ever gave up. It made me wonder why I often gave up easily.
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Kitties and pals howl because they feel so sad

So I stopped doing that. Now I’m like a ravenous tiger with a fresh steak – get away! Mine! I’m going to get this done!

A friend called me last week, crying about how hard it was getting her first book published on Amazon’s KDP platform.

She told me she had been so proud of herself for having written and illustrated it, and got a great cover, but now she felt stuck and a hair away from giving up.

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You Know I Love Cats . . .

A long, long time ago, I had a black cat named Oedipuss.
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He used to strut into the room where we were sitting, come stand by our feet, look around, and then oh-so-casually reach up and swat the dangling foot of the one with crossed legs.

He’d then shrug like he’d done his dirty work of the day and wasn’t he oh-so-good at it, and strut right back out of the room.

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“Where Do You Get Your Ideas?”

Have you ever wondered where an artist gets ideas from? I’m asked all the time where my designs, illustrations, paintings and sculpture come from. Well, here’s your answer!

The first spring blooms pop through the snow

The first spring blooms pop through the snow

The simple answer would be, The Dream World.

The more complex answer would be: dreams, flashes of insights, phrases I hear in conversation or on the radio or videos or other media; I might get a word or a concept as I’m reading  – my Dream pipes are always open, ready to flow ideas and information down to me.

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I Put A Spell On You

Do you see the gals weaving their curly wishes into reality, and the kitties and birdies and mice supporting them?

I Put A Spell On You!

This is one of my latest pattern design pieces for fabric and home decor.

This, and others in various colors, are now added to my Spoonflower shop, so you can get them on fabric, wrapping paper, wall paper, pillows, and more!

Enjoy!

Below are a bunch of other color variations, and repeat patterns.

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I Lost My Temper, and Lost Everything

Freya. Little Freya. Five feet nothing, thin as a rail. Powerhouse. Strides in from the outside deck, leaving the door wide open to the frigid, whirling snow and cutting wind. Which wasted no time rushing in and wrapping itself around me, doing its best to freeze my tropical butt off.

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January, 1996

I’d just gotten home, settling down at the table for some hot soup. It’s January. We’re at 6200 feet elevation in the hills south of Santa Fe, New Mexico. It’s been snowing all day. Knee deep so far.

“Would you please close the door?” I asked.

She looked at me as if I was crazy – why on earth would I want to close the door?

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Comments, Connectedness, and Kindness

I wonder why people feel so free to be outright a-holes, mean sons of bunches, and screaming ranting judgmental karens out to intentionally destroy some innocent person’s reality.

We’re All Connected with the Great Circle of Life

I’m thinking about the comments we all make online — on Medium, Substack and other article sites, social media — from Facebook to X to instagram and tiktok.

What gives people permission to be so mean?
What makes them think that’s OK?

I wonder — if that person being so horrid was saying those things in front of their mother, would they still be saying it?

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How Peace Bringer Brought Spring Back

Isn’t it just like life! You have to brave going through the shit in order to finally get to the gold – which has so much more value, the more trouble it was to get it.

TRIGGERS: If you are sensitive to mentions of violence or harm, you may not be brave enough to read those parts. You might want to read the happy parts though. (This is a pretty long read.)

Spring Came Back!

It was the heaviest blizzard so far this year. I was on my way home, slowly inching my old truck up the last leg of the hill. My windshield wipers, clogged with thick wet snow, just made smudges as they scraped left, right, left, right. There was more ice on the glass than clear space. Hunched over the steering wheel, my neck strained forward, still, I could barely see.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a dark form moving out in front of the State Park entrance sign.

Snow swirled madly in the yellow cones of light from the lamps above the sign. I crept closer to see. What the heck was anyone doing out here so late at night, in this hella storm?

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I Had A Tantrum Yesterday, and It Wasn’t Pretty

Finding out I had zero choice set me on fire. I can usually put up with automated customer service, whether on the phone, or online chat. But this time? Oh my.

We bought a new mattress/box-spring set from a company we found online. It was delivered, unpacked and set up; the delivery guys left; I made the bed up all nice and cozy.

What do you mean I can’t talk to a human?

Looking forward to a nice shakedown nap, I sat on the edge to take my shoes off — and the side of the mattress sagged right down to the box spring. Surprise and shock! Holy moly — this was a new mattress??

Disappointed to the max, I called the company to see about returning and replacing the mattress.

No human; only a recorded message.

I was given three options from which to choose:
1. I could return it with no replacement, and pay 99 bucks shipping and 99 bucks restock fee.
2. I could exchange it for a new mattress and pay the same fees, plus the fee for shipping the replacement to me.
3. I could say screw it and keep the thing.

I hung up, irritated.

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