Nammu

Here’s a peak at one of the  paintings I’ve been working on for a couple of months. Inspiration came from a dream I had several months ago. When I’ve finished the painting I will post the story behind it on ~  http://www.gaiasgallery.com/

Nammu~ The Sumerian Creation Goddess of the primeval sea that gave birth to heaven and earth.

Everyday Goddessing  is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi

Hummingbird

What a beautiful Day! This morning I stepped out onto my patio and began my morning ritual of greeting the sun and prayer. My eyes were closed and towards the end of the prayer, I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a hummingbird suspended two or so inches from my face.

We were literally nose to nose! The hummingbird remained there for what seemed to be minutes and then darted away.

In a word ~ Spellbound ~ by the magic of the moment.

Hummingbirds ~ Watercolor~ from my sketch book

Thought for the day ~

“In truth, the human experience of magic – our ancestral, animistic awareness of the world as alive and expressive – was never really lost. Our senses simply shifted their animistic participation from the depths of the surrounding landscape toward the letters written on pages and, today, on screens. Only thus could the letters begin to come alive and to speak. As a Zuni elder focuses her eyes upon a cactus and abruptly hears the cactus begin to speak, so we focus our eyes upon these printed marks and immediately hear voices. We hear spoken words, witness strange scenes or visions, even experience other lives. As nonhuman animals, plants, and even “inanimate” rivers once spoke to our oral ancestors, so the ostensibly “inert” letters on the page now speak to us! This is a form of animism that we take for granted, but it is animism nonetheless – as mysterious as a talking stone.

And indeed, it is only when a culture shifts its participation to these printed letters that the stones fall silent. Only as our senses transfer their animating magic to the written word do the trees become mute, the other animals fall dumb.” ~ David Abram

Everyday Goddessing  is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi

Mother Gaia

Sacred Moments: We Have A Beautiful Mother

Everyday Goddessing  is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi

Autumn Leaves

Fall is in the air!  Sigh, how quickly it all changes, the sun sets a little earlier, the mornings are cooler and time slides by second by second tick, tick, tick….

I love this time of the year, the brisk morning air and the sound of leaves rustling by, but I always feel a little pensive when the leaves begin to fall from the trees and the nights begin to grow cooler.

I find myself turning inward , closing our blinds earlier, gathering books to read, stockpiling candles and planning ahead  for those colder days and nights ahead.  Autumn is definitely nipping at the heels of summer.

Sitting quietly,  looking out my window observing how the changing of the seasons are reflected in my work. The colors of Autumn:  ochre, rust, red, orange, moss green and sienna.

Fall slowly ever so softly draping itself around me . . . The Wheel of life turns . . . A time of reflection, of nesting and of gathering  those we love closer.

I found this big guy on our bedroom window screen yesterday and he is still there. Beautiful!

Aunt Leaf

Needing one, I invented her –
the great-great-aunt dark as hickory
called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud
or The-Beauty-of-the-Night.

Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves,
and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool,
and whisper in a language only the two of us knew
the word that meant follow,

and we’d travel
cheerful as birds
out of the dusty town and into the trees
where she would change us both into something quicker –
two foxes with black feet,
two snakes green as ribbons,
two shimmering fish – and all day we’d travel.

At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door
with the rest of my family,
who were kind, but solid as wood
and rarely wandered. While she,
old twist of feathers and birch bark,
would walk in circles wide as rain and then
float back scattering the rags of twilight
on fluttering moth wings;

or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum;
or she’d hang in the milky moonlight
burning like a medallion,

this bone dream, this friend I had to have,
this old woman made out of leaves.  – Mary Oliver

Everyday Goddessing  is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi

Sunday

Sundays are for sleeping in, drinking coffee, reading in bed, gathering my thoughts and long walks.

Walking by the creek near our home.

Communing with Mother Nature.

Finding refuge in the small things in life.

Something to quench one’s thirst.

Quiet moments spent with loved ones. Good food, laughter, introspection & gratitude for all the things life has to offer.

Dream . . .  Love . . . Imagine . . . xo

Everyday Goddessing is about sharing magical techniques and sacred wisdom with other beautiful Goddess women. I believe that within every woman there is a goddess, a wise woman, beautiful, creative, powerful, with a deep soul, and that everything we need and are looking for is already inside  each of us. – Rose Arizmendi