Crazy Artist

I am the one who sites among the chaos
Connects to ancient randomness
Takes joy, sees the all
She spreads her limbs
And flies on the seat of her pants
We are the grandmothers
Who have always been with you
We laugh for our sustanence
Make faces, act silly
We cannot cry all the time
For, with every tear
There is a laugh, a chuckle
Also wating for expression
We teach you to go on breathing
Relax, smile
Let in the light
Be the laughter
I am the one
Who is daughter of crazywoman
Silly grandmothers

Holding the Light

I am the One
who Is the Light
I am the One
Who holds the light
Gently teaching,
Showing the way of our mothers
Matriarcle Ancestors
Guidance and wisdom
Awesome delight
Awareness of our regal lineage
I am the water, universal consciousness
From which all things flow
I am the solid rock
Fooundation and balance
Soul of all creation
Earthy substance, solid stone
Water, stone, light, dark
Amazing balance
Sisters, Mothers, Daughters
Great Grandmothers, Great Granddaughters
Showing the way
Honoring the mystery

The Protector

I am the one
Who is bearer of the Light
Holds the torch to show the way
To lead the people to the light
The Mother's light directs me
Guides me to show the way
I am the one who soars above
My eagle eyes see beyond
I am keen, I am clear
I am fiercely protective
I am the one, appearing soft
But wielding the ax
Protecting the messenger
Protecting the message
I am the one, tough and resilient
My masculine self
Unpenterable
Neither sticks, nor stones...
Nor harshly barbed arrows
Penetrate, abuse, nor abate
The purpose, the Mission
Of the Light Bearer

Ancient Sister

My Ancient Sister Marta
Is calling me to go deeper
Just when I felt
Freedom in the light
She beacons from the portal
Yet another journey
Past the phoney pretties
Flowers blooming glorius
Chaos finally falling away
My vision is clearing
NOW FIRMLY GROUNDED IN MY GARDEN
THERE IS YET ANOTHER DOORWAY
AND BEYOND, A HALLWAY OF MANY ROOMS,
My sisters and mothers hanging there
Their stories fermenting
Fertilizing and nurshing
Wanting to be told
To realize their fateful purpose
Birthing and Creating
Circling, birthing, dying
Rebirthing, dying, birthing
The circle continues
Aware or not
Birth and death.

The Lost Child

I am the lost child
devoured and consumed
mourned for and lost
faded away
numbed out
gone, but not forever
because I’m really pissed off inside!

Grounded in the Garden....

Infinite Creative intelligence...
My container is open wide
awaiting as your mystery
unfolds, unravels, undulates
opening me wider
than ever before
standing firm
grounded in my garden
filling up to overflowing,
spilling out, channels of love
abundance is my state of being
Filled to overflowing
channeled into creativity
mindless, thoughtless
creates a void for creativity
filling me up once again
to overflowing, channeled love
waves crashing on shore,
repeating again and again
breathing, flowing in and out
over and over, again and again,
flowing in, flowing with, flowing around
creative abundance.
I am grounded in the garden

Future Bonuses!

Well, ebay won't let me post any more additions to my listing,
and today's a huge busy day.... but please KNOW,

that for every new bidder
I will be adding some delicious, juice, vintage "stuff"
.... great to include in your own art work.

Thanks for bidding,
keeping up with this auction,
and look for more yummy things from
Redwood Mountain Quilters/Art!!

BONUS #5! FIVE VINTAGE PHOTOS!

FOR BONUS #5 I AM GIVING AWAY FIVE GLOSSY COPIES OF VINTAGE PHOTOS. You'll love the girls in the haystack! the farm family of five, the girls and their grandpas!, the girls clowning around, and the sweet maiden aunt poised in front of her house.

BONUS #4 BUTTERFLY DANCER

This amazing photo is circa 1912, The Wild Soul Gives Flight to The Butterfly Dancer Mounted on a copy from a vintage journal, onto greeting card stock, comes with it's own envelope as well. Stamped with Butterfly image, and aged with ink.

BONUS #3!! ONE FULL YARD OF VINTAGE TRIP, AQUA.

Soul Collage Source Card

I started with the painting of the woman reaching into the stream of water, as though she is reaching for the original source of Life. Mother Mary is always important to me, as is the Buddha nature of Life.

This is Bonus #2 on ebay listing http://cgi.ebay.com/Altered-Art-Vintage-Ephemera-Bag-Album-Book-Zne-BONUS_W0QQitemZ7417549250QQcategoryZ20158QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem