Sunday, December 24, 2017

'Twas the Night Before Christmas. . . .

The forecast calls for snowflakes. . .
stockings are hung for 
Purrsnickety, Deja Mew, and Oreo.

So all that's left to do
(besides make the fruit salad
and desserts for Christmas dinner)
is to wish you

The Very Merriest of Christmases
(and hugs if you're down or missing someone).

And if you're someone dear to me
whose name is Gail,
Happy Birthday!

Monday, December 18, 2017

Solstice at Newgrange

The winter solstice is almost here.

Being at Stonehenge or Newgrange
would be exciting,
but a trip wasn't in my budget this month.

However, you can watch solstice at Newgrange
on December 20 and 21
via this link

Celebrate the slow but steady
return of the light.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Details, Details

I'm a fan of abstract art
(and no, I don't feel compelled
to try to find animals or other 
representational things in the canvas).

I like the audacious use of color,
a well-thought out composition,
the use of a palette knife to build texture,
the emotional energy a piece inspires.

Here's a bit of detail from a painting
by a Pacific Northwest artist,
William Ivey (1919 - 1992).

It's just a tiny glimpse of a larger painting
currently on exhibit at Tacoma Art Museum.

For more of Ivey's works,


If you want to learn about his life and career,
try this website:

Friday, December 15, 2017

Thinking about Blogging

Blogging regularly has fallen off my radar
for the most part.

It used to be a fun pastime, 
with lots of comments from readers
and lots of blog hopping to see what others were doing.
It felt like we were weaving a blanket of peace
and connection around the world.

That feeling, born of interaction,
seems to have died down these days.

Someone I know is offering a self-study
blogging course and I found myself tempted
but then demurred
knowing my pattern of paying for online courses
and never working the curriculum.

I've come up with 12 months of themes 
to inspire blog posts for 2018
but I'm wondering if posting
is now akin to spitting in the wind.

What do you think?

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Yesterday's Outing

My life has seemed a little constricted
the past few days,
so I decided it was time for an outing.

The Grand Cinema has a film series every Tuesday,
featuring films that probably wouldn't draw 
a large enough audience for a week-long run,
but that have artistic merit.
This week's offering was The King's Choice.

Norway's King Haakon VII
was faced with a choice when the Germans invaded
Norway in 1940 -- he could make a unilateral decision
to accede to Germany's demands that the Norwegians not resist
their occupation (likely saving thousands of lives)
and accept a puppet government that had ousted 
the duly elected one
or he could honor the country's constitution
by refusing to negotiate, saying only the Norwegian people 
could make such an important decision.

An interesting film covering historical events
about which I knew little.

After that viewing,
I took a little detour before going home
(and picking up some soup on the way).

Can you guess where I went?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 12

I'm closing out my Twelve Days of Mary Love
with another tribute to Fran Pullara.

This is her collage called
"Our Lady of Christmas."

Fran was a deeply spiritual person.
While I never met her in person,
others who knew her have commented
on her spirituality 
and her kindness.

She had an affinity for images
and metaphor and the power of language,
making her a perfect SoulCollage® facilitator.
She loved making collages on --
her screen name was Redondowriter,
if you're curious --
and images of the Divine Feminine
regularly anchored her work.

She loved Twelve Days of Mary Love
and her absence is felt 
here in this online community.

Thank you, Fran
for being you.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 11

Another tribute to Fran Pullara.
I know she would have been here
had she not been called away.

"Our Lady of November Sorrows" - Fran Pullara creation (Redondowriter) on

sadness emanates
her tears wash the universe
yet her love sparkles

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 9

always reverent
heart spilling love to everyone
saint of Mexico

Friday, December 8, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 8

Close Up of Tapestry in Vatican Museum

Her baby's soft hands
reach out in supplication
Mary full of grace.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 7

 Our Lady of the Canyons ©2017 Meri Arnett-Kremian

eyes toward the sky
she sends a silent prayer
to the creator

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 6

Sometimes I think that Mary,
a symbol of all-encompassing love
and compassion,
must look around and wonder
why there's so much hatred and mistrust
afoot in the world right now.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

12 Days of Mary: December 5

Another creation by Fran Pullara.
She called it
"Our Lady of the Southwest."

Like Mary, Fran left her imprint
on the fabric of the Universe
through her loving, giving spirit.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 4

Mother Mary Come to Me ©2017 Fran Pullara

When I think of Fran,
I think of kindness.

She was a sweet soul
(with a side of sass)
who loved being present for others.

She was also a creative being
and encouraged others to express
that longing in their heart.

Gone, but not forgotten.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Twelve Days of Mary: December 3

I've been thinking a lot about the imbalance
of power between men and women.

It's hard not to when 
every day
we learn of men who used their power
to oppress
to assault
to humiliate
women in their workplace.

Many historians think that ancient cultures
who worshipped a goddess rather than a god
were more egalitarian,
disinclined to assign men the power
to rule over and dominate women.
Makes sense to me intuitively. . . 
why get Mother God angry
by implying that incarnate beings
that hold the female energy
are less than?

In our own times,
many religions/sects still pay homage
to one God the Father
and tell us we're created in His image.

Well, what about those of us
who are female?

So I wonder. . . .
what if the Second Coming of Christ
talked about in scriptures
featured a female divine child?
A little girl destined to be
the Savior of the world?

Would that help restore balance
to the Universe?

Twelve Days of Mary: December 3

Somehow time has stretched and bent
and I'm two days behind.

I intended to join the celebration of Mary
and honoring of my friend Fran Pullara
on December 1, 
but let's just say 
I'm happy to be here now
and I'll correct my error
by sharing three images today.

Fran loved Mary and the Divine Feminine
she represents.

So in honor of Fran,
I have gone through Fran's Polyvore catalog
to harvest images of virgins
to share with you here. 
PV is something Fran and I shared.
She loved my layered images
 and asked how I'd done them,
so I created a written tutorial for her
and she took off from there.

Fran can't be with us in body,
but her images live on.

Mary, Our Lady of Blue ©Fran Pullara 2017

Borrowing Botticelli's Mary ©Fran Pullara 2017

Our Lady of the Cosmos ©Fran Pullara 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Soul Work

Have you ever made Soul Collage cards?

I've been creating them like crazy lately,

getting ready for a Soul Collage facilitator training
later this month.

Somewhere, in a box someplace,
probably in the storage unit that houses
all my painting paraphernalia,
I have a stack of Soul Collage cards 
that I've made over the years.
But since I can't lay my hands on those,
I've made about 50 cards since I signed up
for the training.

I'm using my digital collages
as the foundation. 
Makes it much easier to crank 
out highly symbolic images
without leaving a pile of paper trash
and cannibalized magazines.

But hey,
if you have a treasure trove
of wonderful images
somewhere in your stash of goodies,
can you send some my way?


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Art Journal Pages # 46

Can you dream too much?

Well, maybe, if you dream
about creating things or making your life
or others' lives more efficient or meaningful,
yet you do nothing to manifest
the potential that you envisioned.

In other words,
dreaming isn't the problem.
Dreaming, whether waking or sleeping,
unlocks mysterious forces pinging around in your mind
and shows you possibilities, gives you surprising answers 
to questions you've mulled in waking hours.

The problem lies in being given a gift
from the Universe and then letting it lie fallow.

Getting that kind of gift
has more than a little hint of

Friday, May 12, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Ranunculus

nestled together
row upon row of soft tulle
bright ballerinas

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Art Journal Page # 45

I'm going to have to go back and look to see
what happened to Art Journal Page # 44.

Somehow, it went missing.

Given my aversion to 45,
you'd think I would have skipped that number.

Go figure.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday Moment

It seems like a miracle
to have a relatively tidy in-box
and a bouquet of cheerful tulips
waiting to greet me
when I finish feeding the beasties
and creep in to peruse my virtual inbox.

I love it when that happens.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Shine and Glisten

I love the idea of things just fitting together perfectly,
one inside the other, with just a bit of deft placement.
The way that edges catch the light and seem to shine,
all on their own.

I want that careful ease.
I want to shine and glisten
and let out my inner light.

You never know
when your light
may shine someone home.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Contest

red pink magenta
competing for attention
which is prettiest

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Slowing Down and Taking Time

Not long ago, I called an old friend
on the spur of the moment
and made arrangements to meet for a field trip.
Even with the vagaries of Seattle-area traffic
I was only three minutes later than I'd promised,
but it took another five to find each other
in a commuter lot.

We made it to our destination just fine,
despite a multitude of tourists on a sunny day,
and had a nice meander and lots of time to talk.

Our lunch plans, however, went into flux
when we discovered a mile-long backup
to get to the little town where we'd thought go
to grab a bite,
so my friend suggested a town several miles away.

There was no waiting at all
at her secret little place
and this was our view.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Art Journal Page # 43

Sometimes the artful mind
chooses its own symbolism
and doesn't rely on words.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Monday Moment

I like to start my day
with a mug full of chai
in a cup that reminds me
of something important.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Is Anyone Out There?

I've noticed, as I age,
that women past their forties
become more or less invisible
(unless they're a Christie Brinkley
or other beautiful former super model
who hasn't gained an ounce of weight),
at least in American culture.

Many men of a certain age
 seem to be drawn to women
who are,
shall we say delicately,
not age appropriate. . . .
twenty, even thirty years younger
than they are.
But for the most part,
younger men would never think of dating a woman
twenty years older
even ten years older than they are
unless there was a financial benefit involved.
(And yes. . .  I know that Keanu Reeves lusted after
Diane Keaton -- who pined after Jack Nicholson -- 
but that, my friends, was a movie after all.)

I've felt invisible for a long time
out in the world,
no longer a magnet for mens' glances.
It's a relief in some ways. . . 
not having to be fetching all the time
in order to comport with the way men
think I should be.

I have to admit, though,
that I'm feeling invisible in the blogosphere
as well. . . 
wondering if anybody reads my posts anymore
or cares whether I have something to say.

Have blog posts lost their allure?
Does Facebook replace it?

Am I both invisible and mute?

There are more productive ways 
to spend time, after all.

Making art.
Writing short stories.
Cooking gourmet dinners.
Doing a load of laundry.

If a tree falls in the forest
and no one is within miles,
does it make a sound?

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Art Journal Page # 42

Are your dreams the right size?

How have they shifted to keep up with you?

What do you need to know that you don't know already?

Get quiet and listen to your inner wisdom.

Saturday, March 25, 2017


Does it seem to you as if Time has accelerated,
that events are flying by at a ridiculous pace?

That there are so many layers to almost every situation,
it's hard to pull them apart
and make sure that what you think you know
is really what is?

Or maybe I'm just slowing down
and think things are complicated 
when they're not.