The Soulful Artist

Life. Art. Transcendence.

Day 28 of 28 Days Of Love!

They say that when females are born, they literally carry the eggs of future generations within them. What am I even talking about? I know. I’m NO expert when it comes to genetics, but this makes some sense so let’s see if I can explain it somehow.

When my Gramma (grandma) was born, she had within her the egg that would eventually become my mother, who would eventually (55 years later) birth me, and I would eventually go on to birth my own daughter 33 years after my own birth – 88 years post my Gramma’s own birth. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but pretend it does.

My Gramma, Filomena, was a significant figure in my life. I was her oldest grandchild, her second chance to get it right. My own mother was overwhelmed with having 4 children (she was mostly overwhelmed with me) and was more than happy to let me stay with my Gramma. I spent many summers with her when she lived in San Francisco. I would do everything with her. She would do everything for me. We were a pair and I loved her immensely.

My Gramma was so talented and creative. She played the piano. I remember her excitement of purchasing her piano. It barely fit into the tiny apartment she shared with my aunt, but she didn’t care. She played with so much passion and joy. She also had a penchant for sewing and creating clothing. I did not inherit the piano playing or sewing genes, unfortunately. She attempted to teach me both, but they were just of no interest for me when I was young. I wanted to play outside, run, bike, not play piano or sew … my brother does play the piano, and my sister sews. In hindsight, I do wish that I could play the piano and sew now, but, eh, it’s all good.

My Gramma loved me beyond measure. She taught me unconditional love, protection, prayer. She was such a funny little lady who stood about 4’8”, smelled like baby powder, who told me stories at bedtime, stayed up with my brother and I to watch scary movies, and introduced me to diary keeping and journal writing. Her personality was contagious. Her co-workers called her “Lil’ Bit” because she was this teeny, tiny woman with the heart of a lion!

My last love shoutout for My 28 Days of Love goes to my beautiful, incredible Gramma! She was the only one to always encourage me to remain brave and follow my dreams, and to do what made me happy. I love than even after her death she still finds ways to let me know she’s still beside me. I miss her so much.

Day 27 of 28 Days Of Love!

Full moon vibes on this 27th day.

There are so many superstitions and stories about what happens during a full moon. The crazy people come out. The werewolves come out and howl. Just all kinds of stories. Even the word lunatic is who Roman Goddess, Luna, is named after.

There is magic in the madness of the full moon. It’s a time when the Earth is right smack in-between the sun and the moon, and the moon is closet to the Earth. I say there’s a shift in the atmospheric pressure that causes the “insanity” of the full moon. I believe the full moon truly affects the behavior of some humans – blood pressures fluctuate, thoughts run rampant, behavior is irrational. Just all kinds of stuff. I’ve seen and experienced it as a nurse.

To me, the moon is beautiful. I mean, I have memories of sitting in the back seat of the car with my dad driving and me staring out the window and believing that the moon was following us! I am such a selenophile – lover of the moon.

Full moons typically represent times of completion, times to take stock of the hard work that you’ve put in and to reap what you’ve sown. It’s a time to make a list of things that you wish to release – bad habits/behaviors, things that no longer serve you, people/relationships, etc. Then take that list and release it to the Universe by placing it in a fire safe burning bowl and setting it on fire and allowing it to burn. These are just a few of my full moon rituals.

My love shoutout today goes to the beautiful full moon. Its perfect, round, glowing shape, illuminating the sky and reminding me to also shine, to be my best self, and to allow myself to shed the parts of me that no longer serve me. It’s a moment that brings me back to my childhood for a brief moment and wonder at the moon and ask if it’s following me; to bask in it’s glory and to be grateful for the moment as I exhale.

Day 26 of 28 Days Of Love!

At any given moment, you can find a notebook or a journal in my purse, backpack, pocket. I’m always writing down some crazy thought, a note I want to remember, some quote, an elaborate list.

I remember being a small child and being fascinated with my mother’s stationery. I would get in trouble for stealing (borrowing) pages at a time. I began keeping and caring a notebook with me probably when I was 7 or 8. I wish I had those notebooks. I had so much angst as a child that I spent a lot of my time hiding out in my room, daydreaming, writing, drawing, doodling, dreaming on paper.

Writing relaxes me. It is my refuge. It has been my saving grace; it saved my life. I begin every morning – EVERY morning with my morning pages and gratitude list. I go through about a journal every 1.5 months (6 weeks or so). I have seen so much growth when I look through my journals. Where I once looked for answers externally, I now find all my answers within me.

My love shoutout for today goes to writing and my journals. For the peace that they have given me, and for saving my life. I am full of gratitude for the space my journals have held for me.

My painting represents the vastness of the world and how lost and small you can feel in it. Journaling allowed me to bring myself back to the here and now. It has allowed me to purge, unleash my fears and struggles, shared my hopes and dreams, expand my vision for my life, provided space for me to breathe. It’s been my biggest fan, my soft place to fall.

Day 25 Of 28 Days Of Love!

Comin’ up on the last few days of my love bomb posts! It’s been so fun to tell you about all the people and the things I love! This could go on forever, but I won’t bore you! There’s so many other things to write about.

I’m thinking my “challenge” for March will be “31 Days On One Canvas.” Not just any canvas either … one ginormous canvas. It’s so out of my comfort zone. Putting my art work out here for all of IG to see is out of my comfort zone. I do know though, that painting and creating lights me up and that getting out of your comfort zone is the only way to grow. There is no growth in staying “safe.”

I can think of many examples of times when I’ve been uncomfortable and wanted balk, but did it anyway. There’s a feeling of accomplishment, a sense of satisfaction that comes with it and it makes you more apt to try things that scare you. A lot of times our fears are irrational. A lot of times we let the voices of others dictate our decisions. But they’re not us. Other people cannot and should not make our decisions for us. Follow your heart. Allow your soul to lead. Allow your own voice to speak and be heard. Many of my best decisions and times of growth were times when I jumped and trusted that the net would appear!

My love shoutout today goes to bravery and trusting! It goes out to my intuition. I vowed to be even braver this year, to trust myself, to get out of my own way and attempt to put myself, my work out there and post everyday. Here’s to jumping and trusting that the next steps to take will appear, that the net will appear!

My Noah’s Steaming Hand in Missouri.

Day 25 of 28 Days Of Love!

Last week there was a cold front that dropped temperatures ridiculously, and delivered tons of snow to parts of the United States that don’t necessarily receive that much snow. Like Texas. Also, it was just C O L D all over. My son sent me a video of him sitting in his car (he lives in Missouri) and he was telling me it was something like -9 degrees! I can’t even imagine.

I’m an island girl through and through. I’m cold all the time, but a couple days ago I was whining it was too hot at 68 degrees. When did this happen. I love shorts, tank tops, and flip flop weather. Lately though I’ve found myself in that exact attire and it’s February. I laugh because I live in California and it’s not really that warm enough yet to be wearing shorts.

My love shoutout today goes to warm weather, island weather, and shorts, tank tops, and slippahs! I miss Hawaii where I’m originally from. I have to also send love to those who have been affected by this coldness and snow. Sending you all love and warmth. I pray that you’re all faring better these days and that it warms up for you!

Day 23 of 28 Days Of Love!

It’s no secret that I have a strong affinity and love for books! If you ever come to my house, the first thing that you will encounter is my bookshelves!

I love reading. It goes along with my love for imagination and my love of learning. I remember the first time I figured out that I could read! Ugh, that feeling of accomplishment and elation! I was so happy. I would read anything and everything that I could get my hands on. Any extra money I had as a child, I would spend on books! I spent countless hours in the library! I loved it that much!

My love shoutout today goes out to books and my love of reading. I spent a lot of time alone in my room as a child and books were my escape and refuge. I am so thankful for them. To this day, I can still pick up a book and easily be transported back to a place of rest and relaxation. I am thankful for the authors that write the many books that I love. And, yes, that second photo is a photo of my bookshelves.

Day 22 Of 28 Days Of Love!

I grew up Catholic, but I quit practicing Catholicism in my early 20s. I believe in God, a Higher Power (HP), The Universe, but felt no need for religion. For one, it was so forced down on me as a child that I literally felt choked by and suffocated by it. I don’t feel that a love for God/HP/The Universe should ever be forced. Secondly, I was taught that God was a judgmental God, one that would decide if you were worthy enough to enter the pearly gates of Heaven. My God is a good god and loves me regardless of my shortcomings and faults.

I am not religious, but I am spiritual. I have several spiritual practices to keep me grounded and connected to source. Like I said, I do believe in God/HP/The Universe. I very much believe that there is someone or something bigger than I am. I believe that with religion there is judgement of self, and with spirituality there is compassion for self.

My everyday spiritual practices, without fail, include meditation and breathing, and writing/journaling my “morning pages.” I’ve since included some creativity as painting or creating has been effective for me in connecting with my Spirit. I love angels and deities and call on them for assistance. I do use oracle cards and tarot, and I love crystals, plant medicine, etc. But for me, spirituality is more about my connection with myself and the spiritual practices that I mentioned is what I use to strengthen that connection.

My love shoutout today goes out to my Spiritual Team: God, The Universe, My Higher Power, My Angels, Guides, My Spirit/Soul, My Highest Beat Self. And also to my daily spiritual practices! I wouldn’t be ME without them!

Day 21 Of 28 Days Of Love!

When I first started painting, it’s understandable that my work was clumsy, messy, childish. I was learning and still getting my footing. Had I judged myself too harshly and quit painting then, I would never have evolved as a painter.

Anything that has never been is waiting for you to birth it. I used to think a lot, have preconceived ideas about what my paintings should look like and when it didn’t turn out (which it usually never did) I’d get upset and wonder who I was trying to be, what was I trying to prove?!? Until I let go and let what wanted to come forth and be birthed, be birthed.

It’s just a canvas. If I didn’t like what was on there, I could just throw more paint on it, or cover it and start over. Once I let go, once I had no expectations and let go of the outcome, the painting would flow and emerge as it was meant to. Once I freed my mind, I could see that there was beauty in what I was creating.

My love shoutout for today goes to possibility! Why possibility? Because possibilities are endless! There are infinite possibilities as to how we can or will emerge. Where potential is limited, possibilities are limitless!

Don’t ever put limits on yourself, on what you can do, or who you can be. Don’t give up on yourself before you even start. Be forgiving when you’re learning something new. Give yourself credit for getting up and showing up!

I don’t know who I would be today if I trashed all my paintings and never picked up the paintbrush after many creations that appeared to be junk. Every time I showed up at my table with new canvases and paint and started over, I got better. I’m far from Monet, VanGogh, Picasso status, but my heart is happy and my soul is free!

Here’s to infinite possibilities! Here’s to being an infinite being!

Angel of Healing!

Day 20 of 28 Days Of Love!

I have an affinity and a love for angels. For me, they represent helpers that God sends because he can’t do everything alone. At least that’s what my grandma told me.

As I got older, angels represent a huge part of my spirituality and “team” that have assisted me and guided me throughout my life. My “team,” if you’re wondering, consists of angels, guides, my highest best self (HBS), my own spirit , soul, God, and the Universe. Every morning, without fail, I ask my team what it would like for me to know/do/be/see/say/meet, and I ask for it’s guidance with my intuition and knowing. My Team has never failed me.

I love my little creations of angels that I started making a few years ago. My vision of angels aren’t huge beings. To me, they are simple and uncomplicated. Ready to help when I ask at any time.

My love shoutout for today, goes out to my own team of Spiritual Beings that have helped me, guided me, protected me without fail all the years of my life!

Ocean Vibes.

Day 19 of 28 Days of Love!

It’s no secret that I have a deep love for the ocean. I was born on an island, the island of Oahu.

There is healing in water. They say that the cure for anything is healing is salt – tears, sweat, and the sea. But there is specific research that shows that living in coastal areas leads to an improved sense of physical health and wellbeing. The by or in the ocean has been proven to induce a meditative state that makes us happier, healthier, calmer, more creative, and more capable of connection.

I have an ultimate dream to live oceanside, or by water. I try to get to the beach frequently. It’s my favorite.

So … my love shoutout for today goes out to my love for the ocean. It’s probably why I am so drawn to use the blues and teals – the colors of the ocean. Its such a beautiful place. It’s an amazing place of healing.