A moving palace that floats in the air with balconies and clear water flowing through

“Moving Water” ~ The Soul of Rumi

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.

When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears. Don’t let

others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.
Reach for the rope

of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will.
Because of willfulness

people sit in jail, the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is willfulness. You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment. Now

see the invisible. If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you’ve

been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside
black water in a well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is? Don’t
insist on going where

you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring. Your
living pieces will form

a harmony. There is a moving palace that floats in the air
with balconies and clear

water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained
under a single tent.

je t’aime, le pen

I have fallen in love with a French pen. CC has had Le Pens in her studio forever, and I finally bought a set of these colored pens for myself. Marvy only makes 18 colors, and I find myself wanting more. I am mad for them! In a recent swoon, I contemplated a trip to New York City…

Dive right in

I am finishing out my Caribbean vacay journal and was inspired by this awesome palette of Angora watercolors I discovered at Arizona Art. There are so many colors! More than my Pelican set that I won’t leave home without.

The last awesome sight of my trip was seeing a diver jump off a 50 foot cliff into somewhat rough waters. It was breathtaking. If he can do that I can certainly reach my goals! One of which is mastering this medium. Below is a weekly practice to help me love and learn to use the color and the brushes. It is immensely easy and satisfying. Try it!

Be Lucky


Recently, I ran across a great article on being lucky (and unlucky). For me, being lucky and getting lucky are different in that those who are considered to be lucky are actually just present. (“Get lucky” implies you are waiting around for something to happen). Being lucky means paying attention, connecting to the people around you, and grateful for all life’s gifts. Here is the article: “Be Lucky, It’s an Easy Skill To Learn”

Speaking of lucky, a lucky little bird has already found a roost in my newly renovated office. Full post with photos to come. Thanks to my rockin’ husband with the mad skills for building out what was once a spare room in the house. Lucky, indeed.


From the Latin subvenre, this word has come to be know as something you buy at the airport. The Latin translation, though, means to come to mind. And isn’t that what a souvenir is supposed to be: a memory?

Do you have a memory so visceral that when it comes to mind all your senses remember? I have one of those memories, swimming in the Caribbean Ocean during a downpour. Heavy raindrops splash and overpower all voices around me. Ocean water dense with salt floats my body at zero gravity. Saltwater gets in my mouth. Liquid becomes a scent. And, I experience a green-blue illusion of light as if the ocean itself is filling the sky. This is my souvenir from a recent retreat to the Caribbean.

This retreat was special in that it was, among all things, a study of innovation. A small group of us gathered to research and study nature and culture. We painted in journals, read inspired books, and wrote about our observations. We got to know the culture of the place and became friends with locals who were, in their own way, innovating in their environment. We shared our thoughts on the future of business and refilled our spirits with energy. We boarded the plane with enough ideas to fill a cargo ship. I am grateful for this annual event. It is what propels me forward.


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