Am I Too Woo-Woo for You?

Who I Am, What I Believe...

Did you hear that deep sigh I just let out? I just got out of meditation and the message that I got was that today is the day that I tell you who the real me is. If you’ve taken any how-to-sell-handmade-online classes chances are you’ve been told that it’s essential to tell your story, so that your customers can connect with you.

I’ve tried it multiple times over the years, but it’s never felt 100% genuine. I mean, the different iterations have all been true, but they haven’t been the full story because I thought, that sure is going to be a small audience! Plus, it’s always morphing.

Right now, my About page touches on it but I realize that it took me so long to write because I was being very crafty in tiptoeing around telling you what really makes me, ME.

Just a photo of one of my hand-stitched evil eye tapestries, to break up all these words

So, the meditation guides have called me to task, and when you go in asking for guidance, and tell them that you want to hear clearly, it’s probably a good idea to do what they say once they tell you, right? And really, it’s probably not that big of a deal, but, here goes..

I'm a Closeted New Ager, for Lack of a Better Label

I have been this way my entire life, even before I knew what it was called. I guess you could call it my religion, but it’s not a religion. I believe that the sole purpose of a soul is to seek; to experience and learn, in this case, through this physical existence. I believe that we choose what we want to learn in this lifetime before we come here. I believe that we are not fated, nor that everything is pre-destined, but that we are presented with situations every single day that give us the opportunity to move closer to experiencing and learning that which we have chosen. We can choose not to learn what we chose, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There will be plenty of other opportunities if we want to try the same lesson again.

another hand-stitched piece on fabric to lighten the mood

I've Studied Lots of "Out There" Things

I’m a certified hypnotherapist, past-life regressionist, yoga nidra facilitator, and Reiki Master. I was baptized Catholic, didn’t practice, then was confirmed as an adult. I spent 10 years at an evangelical christian church. I’ve studied Taoism, and resonate with that system of belief, or non-belief, the most. 

I’ve studied a lot of modalities that most people have never heard of, and connected with most every one of them while doing so. I’ve spent time doing Shamanic journeying, inner child work, EMDR sessions, and many types of energy work over the years. I spent a year doing a secret order alchemy correspondence class. I believe in the law of attraction, and the other universal laws, although those kind of things have much deeper meanings than those that are presented to the masses. I still consult fellow woo-woo people to help me when I’m stuck, or can’t shake something bothersome.

I believe that everyone is perfect just as they are, and have lived my life by trying to put myself in other people’s shoes in order to gain understanding, and compassion, even when I don’t want to. I believe that difficult people in our lives are some of the most brave souls because they chose to come here and play that crappy role in the script of our lives so that we can have the experiences we chose to have. It doesn’t mean I have to like them, or spend time with them. They’re just here for a reason, just like I am.

I am fascinated with duality, and root causes of what makes people behave how they do, and how situations get to be how they are. I thrive on problem-solving and figuring things out.

I believe that we are all one, and while I have gotten glimpses of it, it’s a hard concept to hold for an extended period of time. I believe in everything, and I believe in nothing.

If I could have anything I wanted in life, it would be to be in what I call “the flow,” 100% of the time. I guess you could call that wanting to get back to the Source, because that is what I imagine that feels like.

Oh. And I talk with rocks.

Conversations with Rocks

Yesterday I came to an impasse with the silver so I moseyed over to the lapidary station and started going through my rock collection. That’s one thing I love about making this type of jewelry. If I get stymied in one area there are plenty of others I can jump to for a while in order to clear my head.

I’ve been looking at one particular rock for a while now, just knowing that it was meant for greater things. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a picture of it before I started in on it but you can see it here, where I used it for a photographic prop.

Well, yesterday he spoke to me and encouraged me to use him. I had mixed feelings about that because I found it hard to believe that if something was sentient enough to talk to me, surely it wouldn’t be telling me to chop it up into little pieces. But, I went with it because I get into that stuff, and it was nice to have someone to chat with for the moment in my solitary studio. He reassured me that it was ok, and reminded me that matter is never destroyed, it just changes form. I promised him that I’d keep him beautiful and do him justice.

I think my cutting and polishing came out well, and I now had to give him a good home, or homes, in silver. But I wasn’t ready for getting back to the silver just yet. I was loving the black and white palette so I pulled out some fossil slab that had been waiting patiently for me since February.

That’s when the voices really started. And you can see why. All of those little white things used to be motile little creatures and they still have a lot to say. I set about freeing them into little vignettes of their last moments before being frozen in time.

It was hard to choose which areas to focus on. The more I looked at them, the more I saw and I know that the images are tiny and detailed but I hope that when someone wears them in a piece of jewelry that they find enjoyment in peering deeply and experience the realms that I do.

The one below caught my eye immediately. My first unicorn sighting. I have a feeling it won’t be my last.

Live on, little buddies.

Watching Art Emerge

My latest art endeavor has been to let the art lead the way. It is very freeing. Starting with no preconceived notion of what I want to create and waiting for images to appear. It fascinates me to see a finished product, and to take in everything that has shown itself to me. It makes me wonder, how do the images relate to me? How is it that those particular people showed up in the art? How did they get so interwoven with each other? 

The process is a meditative journey, and the end result draws me deeper in, wondering about that journey that took place somewhere in my subconscious mind. It really is magical.

When you look at the modern-day totems that keep presenting themselves to me you see one thing, and then you see another. It’s almost like an optical illusion, with your mind not being able to hold onto one image before it shifts into the next.

For someone who loves eyes, these are a perfect expression for me. I count 30 eyes. Thirty-three if you count sunglasses. Thirty-four if you count 1/2 sunglasses. And there were four more that didn’t make the cut.