Hey Mr. DJ, Hope is On the Way 

Hey Mr. DJ, Hope is On the Way 

They don’t report the news anymore. But I’ve got news for you. If the creatives could step in and take over at CNN and make it the Creative News Network, headlines would be way different.  “This just in – Creatives Meetup at SoWal House, Rosemary Beach, Florida. Reports show a massive exchange of laughter, love, listening and ideas. Some were seen to be dancing. Sources say they are plotting a creative renaissance, intent on healing planet Earth. News at 11.” 

Last night, I got to be part of a creatives Meetup at SoWal House, a studio and events venue for creatives and entrepreneurs, in Rosemary Beach, Florida.  As I went into the function, I said to the universe “Thanks in advance for whatever is about to happen,” and “Please help me not to try to make myself feel like I’m a rung above in order to feel as good as.  Please help me to not have a mindset of condescension about the fact that the meeting takes place in a very affluent resort.” I have a history of feeling less than and this was an old tool I used, to tell myself I was a little better than, when I felt less than, trying to even it out, I guess.  But the key word there is history. 

I’m so glad I asked for all of that before I walked in because my connection to all of the people there was so beautiful. I love young people. They come in all ages. But the ones with more time on the clock are important. 

 I got to be in the company of fellow artists, writers, poets and mind-blowing photographers. Fashion designers, motivational speakers, videographers and marketers. A think tank with rhythm, a DJ and tacos too. I could not hold still. So, I didn’t. Wherever I was standing in the room, if the music moved me, I moved.  These people are the next wave. The hope of things to come. 

It’s such a powerful energy to have all of that in one room. Palpable. I get high as a kite when I’m around fellow creators because people that make art and use their words and gifts and ideas and imaginations heal the planet.  Someone said to me, “I’ll have what she’s having”, and I laughed to myself because the strongest thing in my system was dark chocolate, coffee and my tenacious spirit. 

Alexander Graham Bell, Vân Gogh, Mozart (Ford-the car, not the treatment center), Christopher Columbus the Wright Brothers, the Bumblebee – are all examples of things being done that either were not supposed to be possible or had not been done before. And all of it-has done nothing but enrich the lives of those who came long since the passing of those creatives.  

I am living a personal renaissance. One that I feel spilling onto others who are the least bit receptive. I am not even trying. In fact, I am losing my voice, but my spirit talked over that last night, straining to be heard, as if on a mission. And while I had a pretty hearty cough once I settled in for sleep, it was worth it. I have been silent long enough.  

I got in my car to drive home and the part of me that’s so afraid of the part of me that’s reaching for more tried to throttle me all the way home in the car. “You were just trying to get attention from people. You were too much of a spectacle…” all these horrible things. And I replied, “You just want to stay small.  Because it is what you know. And that bothers you when I don’t, but that is not the life I am meant to have.”   

Thank you, Dave King, for your vision and for holding space for what is bound to be a part of such great creating and healing. I look forward to what lies ahead!  

Waking Up Next to Joy

Waking Up Next to Joy

Every morning I wake up to Joy. All I have to do is roll over and look at the wall and there she is. She hung on the wall in front of me, mesmerizing me, when I hung out at Stuff Dreams Are made of in Tulsa. My friend, and fellow mermaid lover, Kris Newlin is her creator and upon my exit plan to escape landlocked status for life on the Gulf of Mexico, she gave Joy to me.  

I have had Joy for over two years, and only just decided that I think she is a mermaid, or a selkie.  

There is a legend in the UK about the Selkie people, mythological creatures also known as seal people, sea people or mermaids. The symbol of a calm and bountiful temperament, some say selkies often appear to save the lives of children and fishermen who have fallen into the sea.  

One tale tells of a fisherman who finds a female selkie’s seal skin on the beach, and hiding it from her, compels her to be his wife. But the wife will spend her time in captivity longing for the sea, her true home, and will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean.  

I relate to both. As a volunteer on the beach for two seasons one of my tasks was to blow a whistle so that I could try and keep people from being in the water when it was closed due to dangerous currents. I never wanted to be landlocked after falling in love with the sea on the beaches of New York as a little girl. But I chose landlocked life anyway, being married for 24 years, with no salt water anywhere nearby, always longing for the sea. 

 Everything about Joy moves me. That look on her face says safe and serene to me. Like she knows it is all going to be ok, or better, that it already is, despite the weight of her wings, rusty from the salt water. Her long hair, swirling. The light of the moon or the sun, don’t know which, doesn’t matter much. Because it’s a light source backing her up. 

Her colors are my palette of choice when I paint. Something about sapphire blue and turquoise and periwinkle, when combined, that makes my heart happy.  

The bird near her brain. That hits home. I have had a bird in my brain most of my life. People in white coats with lots of letters after their name concur. My favorite label is the most recent. “Lucinda, you have a Rich Cerebral Universe.” There. That settles it. I shall call my bird Rich. 

And that little bit of barbed wire just above the head? I have felt like I have barbed wire in my brain. And that hurts. A lot. 

I love Joy. She can swim AND she has wings. What a great metaphor for my life today and my wish for yours as well.  

Happy New Everything 2022-

Happy New Everything 2022-

Apparently, I’ve been raptured LOL.

Funny story here… My mom became born again as a Christian in 1980 something. (Personally, I feel born again every morning when I get out of bed. I digress.)
At the time of mother’s enlightenment, my sister and I were young adults. It was not unusual to find brochures about the rapture laying around mother’s condo. My mom’s not-so-subliminal way of trying to make sure we were saved. (Like coupons, only better.)

“Cindy, (my name in a previous life,) There may come a time when you and I are at the movies and the Lord comes for me. So just be prepared because if that happens, you will look over to find my seat empty, with just my clothes in a pile where I used to be.” No embellishment. She really said that.

As a believer in something bigger than me, I pondered the arrogance of her remark. If your God teaches ‘judge not,’ who are you to say whether or not I get picked for the naked team up in Heaven!?!

Whatever you believe, Happy New Year. As for me in my house, I am open to all of it. I believe we are all walking each other home at some point anyway.

And in the meantime, I plan to continue to milk the shit out of my journey. Creating my happiness. Finding my joy. And practicing my bliss.Hap