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Synchronicity, Saint Barbara & a Blossoming Friendship

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Synchronicity is such a gift. Though I know not everyone realizes when it happens, as it is something you have to open yourself to – to be open for those moments that come when you know there is something larger at work.

Today I met with my friend, Marie again for tea. Our friendship is beginning to blossom into such a beautiful thing. She was always the mysterious older woman who lived in the big white house on the corner. I’ve written about her before here on my blog.

She is very artistic and you can tell when you meet her as she has this flare about her. It is part of what was so mysterious to me. I wanted to know more about her.

Through a series of events that have happened over the past two years, we decided to meet for coffee and tea at a local cafe this summer. That has led to us meeting twice more since then.

Today was one of those mornings we met. She was eager to hear about my SoulCollage (R) Facilitator training I recently completed.

Before we got deep into conversation she gave me a small square package. She told me it was something she had at her house that she forgot about until she came across it recently. She knew I had to have it.

When I unwrapped the paper, inside I found a vintage ornament of St. Barbara. I got goosebumps!  Marie told me she researched information about St. Barbara but nothing was feeling right at first with what she wanted to share with me. And then she found it! A line from a Spanish play in 1936 that says: “Your story is written in the sky with paper and holy water.”

I was so very touched.

I said, “Well, wait until you hear this. I can’t even believe you just gave me this St. Barbara ornament, as I’d never even known there was a St. Barbara until I went to my SoulCollage (R) training.”

As I shared in a previous post about this also, I told Marie how out of 22 women at the SoulCollage (R) training, four of us were Barbara’s. And it was interesting how when we sat in a circle that first night in the training, a Barbara anchored each quarter of the circle.

At breakfast Saturday morning, the Barbara’s magically found there way to one of the tables, taking up one corner. Audrey, our trainer, took note and got goosebumps when she said it made her think of St. Barbara.  Until then I didn’t even know there was a St. Barbara.

As I sat with my friend Marie today and thought about the synchronicity of all of this, my heart filled with gratefulness of all the welcome signs around us that are proof of a bigger plan in the works.

Time with Marie the last few times has been such a gift for me. She is a woman who knows what she wants for her life. Very artistic and going after doing more of her art, we are hoping to collaborate in a few ways down the road — or at the very least, will be supporting each other as we embark on some artistic paths. I’m so grateful for our blossoming friendship.

When I got home today I had to find just the right spot to hang my St. Barbara ornament.

Each morning before yoga I’ve been starting my day lately by picking an animal wisdom tarot card, angel card, Archangel Michael card, Grace card, and also one of my SoulCollage (R) cards. They are a way in which to center myself and ask for guidance for my day or whatever it is I’m feeling challenged with.

As I entered my writing cottage when I returned home today, seeing the cards lying on the table I had picked this morning, I knew just where my St. Barbara ornament should go.

How lovely it is to see it overlooking my cards. Another beautiful blessing to start my days… and a sweet reminder of my new and evolving friendship with Marie.

A Kid at Heart.

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This past Saturday, Lil’ G and I stopped at my friend, Cassy’s art studio. She recently set up an area with a kiddie size table and chairs for kids to come sit and do art.

So, okay, it’s for kids at heart too as you can see by the photos. I love chalk and had fun using the chalk to doodle on this chalk board.

It’s good to doodle and let your noodle rest for awhile. A fun and different way to meditate!

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The Courage it Takes to be in the Public Eye.

IMG_2030This was the view out my writing cottage window this morning. Yup, that is snow you see on the ground. I thought the tulip lamp against the snow background was an interesting photo. I’m wishing we could actually see tulips blooming instead of another blanket of snow – but it isn’t expected to last long, and already starting to melt. Today we tough Wisconsin birds carry spring in our hearts once again.

Yesterday afternoon John and I went to our local art theater where they performed a series of skits from the Carol Burnett Show. I really enjoyed it and thought the cast did a good job. They did about 15 different skits – not an easy task to accomplish.

Afterwards we ate at a local restaurant. The owner had been in the audience at the theater so I asked how she enjoyed the performance. She scrunched her face is disapproval, but was too busy to stop and chat.

It made me think about writing. We can’t please everyone. There are always going to be critics. Constructive criticism is helpful and needed, but many times in this day and age with the internet and hiding behind computers, people can say some pretty nasty things.

Earlier yesterday I listened to best selling author Dani Shapiro doing an interview on a podcast. She has been writing for over 20 years with eight books to her name. Her latest, one of my now favorite books on writing, called Still Writing.

She talked about the very fact that she never reads her reviews — good or bad. She knows she isn’t going to make everyone happy. She also talked about the courage it takes for those in the public eye and putting themselves out there. It’s not easy. But if you know you are doing your best, and you share your story in hopes you can help others, than that is what you do. You can’t cave into the critics.

I thought about this not only in regards to my own writing having myself “out there,” but also those volunteer actors I watched yesterday afternoon. I was in a few plays in my lifetime also and I understand the commitment  that goes into it.

For the most part, I believe most people in the art world put their hearts and souls into their work. It is who they are. It is what makes them breathe. And while there will be critics, I also think it speaks to perfectionism in our world. Art is not perfect – whether writing, painting, acting – it is all a work in progress, just as the person creating it.

While I can’t speak for any of the actors last night, or other artists or writers, I can say I write to try and make a difference in this world. I will not be perfect in my writing, grammar, or punctuation. But you know what? I genuinely care and try. Many times I stick my heart out on the line knowing someone may not agree with me or may criticize me.

But you know something else?  It has made me grow and evolve as a human being —and I continue to grow which I am so grateful for. Writing each day whether on my new book, my blog posts, or for an article, it’s another opportunity for me to say what is in my heart and to speak my truth. It helps me to appreciate my vulnerability and to see it yet again as a gift.

Being an actor on a stage, especially local in front of so many peers, is what I find courageous. The Carol Burnett Show was a top notch one-of-a-kind show never to be duplicated ever again. But they performed for the love of performing, for bringing back sweet memories for the audience, to connect with the audience heart’s. I felt that.

There will always be critics and many have stomped out the spirit of a writer, actor, or artist which I find incredibly sad. Art, like life, is not perfect. But it is in the creating that I believe we are here for.

To all the writers, actors, and artists that put themselves out there each and every day, I say bravo and thank you! It paves the way for more to step forward to be who they authentically are and live from the center of their creativity which I believe is vital to our world.