Overall, though, I was happy to get the piece back. I loved making it and love it.
New Information, Keep Asking Questions
Monday Nov 4. I will look back on 2013, which is nearly over, and remember it as a very tough year. I was talking with a good friend today about this year, and the term “forced time out” came to mind.
My consulting work has been in a lull. I haven’t had any job opportunities come through and the head part of me says that logically this must mean I am meant to be doing art full time, but every time I think about that, I panic about (not) making money. It has been a very challenging and particularly vicious cycle, emotionally and I have spent most of the year in an emotional fetal position, not getting much of anything accomplished.
Because I had done the visualization, I knew this year would be one of transformation. I saw that in March. I saw myself metaphorically suffocating, then unwinding and remaking myself – all with parts of my former self into a new and better way.
Somehow, knowing that was going on inside didn’t make it any easier. One rejection after another has been the hallmark of this year, though thankfully there has not been a lot of personal crisis. I’m physically healthy and fine, and so are all my kids. It has just been a toll on myself in terms of formerly being very successful and pretty much getting whatever I go after. Like my friend said today about when she was going through it herself: she “lost her giddy-up.” Like me, she is blessed with good parking karma. When we stop getting something we’ve been accustomed to getting – something we now feel entitled to – that puts a little kink in our panties.
After our coffee talk today, I realized the question for my stalled meditation sessions is not “What Am I” or “Who Am I” or “Who Am I Becoming,” but rather “What is Letting Go?” A rock saying just that – Let Go – is on the floor in my shower to remind me every day to loosen the grip. I watch water and soap fall on the rock, finish washing my hair, get out of the shower and promptly forget the message.
I asked in my meditation today “What is Letting Go?” What I saw was simple, clean and beautiful:
A white bird took off, flying to the east. High up, just gliding. Message was “observing” for now, what is down there. Things pass by, let them go. Things are coming up – can’t know or worry about what these are. Just let them all go by and observe, but don’t obsess.
Nighttime starts to fall, like when you are on a plane headed east. A bit quicker than “normal.” Bird stops and takes shelter on a branch of a tree looking down over a city with lights twinkling. Still observing and patiently waiting for sunrise.
Bird upon closer inspection is a pure white eagle. Large, calm, knowing, serene, beautiful.
Sunrise will come. Wait patiently. Let everything go by. Just observe.
Wednesday Nov 6. I want to keep things moving ahead so I do another visualization. I see the white eagle up in the tree and think to myself that if I am going to be doing vision quests for other people, maybe I should imagine my “self” in the third person in the visualization, as though I am doing on her behalf.
The eagle sets her down on a mountaintop – a precipice. It looks like somewhere you would see in Utah in a National Park. High up, a cool breeze blowing. A long long way down. The question – what is next. The fear – all alone. Upon further observation, there are lots of people down below, on a plateau of sorts. The energy of this situation is “surrounded by love.” Or supported by love. A man comes up behind her and puts his arm around her shoulders and cuddles her. The energy is “mate.” The feeling is safe and secure. At that moment, the white feathers of the eagle, unfurl down into a skirt on her that transforms into a billowy cloud-like rolling hill around all the people below who are now on the feathers. There is connection between the people and Laura. It is a peaceful and serene setting. Everything is going to be okay is the feeling tone of the moment.
Tuesday Nov 12 (11-12-13). I woke up in the middle of the night, probably around 4 am. This usually happens when something heavy is weighing on my mind – even if just a long-ish To Do list. I wanted to pick up where the vision of last week left off. This is a story that continues to evolve in itself and within itself, my transformation.
Without getting up, I raised my head to look up, to the south. The sun was coming up to the east, across the valley below. Suddenly, I realized I was face to face with a wolf, hunched down at my eye level. The feeling was menacing. The air hung between us and I could hear the wolf breathing in and out and I’m sure she could hear me, panting and trying not to gasp audibly. I looked into her eyes and they were a clear, steel blue ringed around coal black pupils. The blue was icy. I listened again for the sound and there was a faint growling. Close enough to rip into my neck, I could not tell whether it would be life or death for me.
I looked into the eyes of the wolf, not at the icy blue and black, but beyond the black and deep down into the abyss that was the wolf’s soul. I reached with my eyes down in there. My gaze was met with a slowing of the wolf’s breathing. It felt calmer now between us. I became more calm too. Then the wolf and I merged together, energetically. I became the wolf and the wolf became me.
The wolf is a power animal symbolic of freedom. Wolf power or spirit animals point to an appetite for freedom and living life powerfully, guided by instincts. When a wolf manifests its presence as a guide in your life, it could be a call to live your life more freely, to bring the intensity of passion in your everyday endeavors.
- Do you need time for yourself to reconnect with your true, deep passions in life?
- Do you need to find more isolation to “collect” yourself and reconnect to your personal, spiritual quest?
- Do you need time or help in distinguishing what is true and authentic from lies and deceit in communications with someone? Within yourself?
- Like the wolf that howls, do you need to let some of the tension out and express yourself loud and clear in your circle of close relationships?
Transformation Continues…in France
I’ve been in France for three weeks. I’ve taken more than 3,000 photographs, been all over the country – from Provence to Paris, Marseilles to the Mid-Pyrenees, and Paris to Giverny and the ‘burbs.
I post all my photos when I travel on my Travel With Me blog.
As far as art is concerned, I have seen so many cool things while here. When I get back, I am going to immerse myself in porcelain pottery. A friend took me to Bernardaud in Paris where I saw at porcelain sculpture as well as dishes, teapots and cups that all took my breath away.
I was expecting to buy a beautiful votive, which I did.
I was not expecting to be totally blown away by the non-traditional and artistic pieces in this store.
Yes – this sculpture is very strange. It was made by Brazilian brothers Humberto Campana (b. 1953) and Fernando Campana (b. 1961) in a series called Nazareth in 2007-8. It is made of porcelain glazed with a metallic finish.
I cannot explain why I love it so much and that if I had a spare 32K Euro laying around, I would buy it. It inspires me. So do many other smaller, less provocative things. I will mull them all over when I return and continue to transform the art I make when I recover from jet lag and get back in my studio.
A Transformation Six Months in the Making
It was a really busy weekend with long days. I helped a friend at her show in Petaluma on Saturday, after being up ’til late with Bad Art Night on Friday. All day on my feet making sales in her booth, then a couple of hours of rest and a cold drink, then back at it at a vendor night.
Sunday I was up at the crack of dawn again to take my artist in residence to the start line of the Half Moon Bay International Marathon. I did sneak back into bed for about an hour, then went to cheer her on at the half-way point, which just happened to be a block from my house. The afternoon was beautiful and we had a lovely dinner of grilled salmon, rice pilaf and broccoli I prepared for my twin daughters’ birthday.
But, I need to get more sleep, and get at it before 11 pm. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends.
In March I did a guided visualization for myself. It was all about what’s next for me. I saw myself suffocating, energetically, then able to transform into a new me, woven from the old me.
It’s been an extraordinarly challenging six months since I did that visualization. Life as I have known it for the past 35 years has been changing. The change, looking back over six months, could be viewed as gradual, but it has felt more sudden. The good news is that it feels like a major shift occurred last week. An insight. An Aha! The rebuilding has begun.
I was on a roll at the art faire on Saturday. I felt connected and powerful and in the groove with this group of people in a way I had not before. I feel competent and worthy. I feel I am one of them, not less than. In coaching, we call that conscious competence. It is a great place to be.
I have a food idea and read an article this morning about the founder of Chobani Yogurt and thought, I should call that guy up and ask him to mentor me about my food idea. We need mentors in life and I am not at all afraid to ask him. He can always say no.
I also proceeded on submitting an art action program proposal last week by finding someone I think is the right person to lead that opportunity. I feel good about putting what I see and want out there without hesitation. She said yes too!
These actions – my reaching out – feel like the new, rebuilt me. All the parts that were the former me – the engineer, the MBA, the artist – are all threads that are becoming the new me in a way I could never have predicted.
Analog Day – Working With Dad in the Garage
If you know me or even if you just follow me on Facebook, you will “get” that I am very attached to technology and by technology, I mean my internet. I have a personal WIFI hotspot on my phone and I swear that is the best thing ever invented. I am never without a connection. Almost never.
Yesterday, I took at little road trip with my sister and dad up to fetch some things from Arnold, CA. Arnold is a beautiful resort town in the foothills of the Sierras, about 20 miles east of Angel’s Camp. This is where a lot of gold rush activity happened in the mid-1800s. The towns are small and quaint and everything is really chill.
We were in Blue Lake Springs, which is frequented heavily by lots of people from the Bay Area/Silicon Valley. They have a golf course, pools and lots of cabins. And no AT&T coverage. None. One time a few years ago, my youngest daughter and I slept in the car overnight in the pool parking lot because I couldn’t find my dad’s house and there was no cell phone coverage and god knows where you find a real pay phone these days.
I was able to do a lot of work on the way up in the car, but I was scrambling because I knew what would happen when we reached Angels Camp. It would go dark, so to speak. And it did, right on cue.
We were on our way to help my dad retrieve an emergency generator. It’s a big engine inside the bed of a small truck that has been rigged to be towed.
My dad is 87 now and he toys with the idea he can still go take care of these jobs all by himself, but my sister knew it would be better for us to go with him, even if just to help drive and feed him lunch and he was happy for the company and help.
We got there and my dad got right to work on assessing the situation. The tow hitch had sat out in the heat, snow and rain for several years and needed to be removed and cleaned. Dad is so cute and always has been about tools. He has great tools – being a mechanical engineer – he has everything needed. The place we were at had a nice little garage workshop too.
We got the hitch off the trailer and brought it into the garage and put it in the vise. Dad took it all apart and decided this little metal piece needed to be restored. That piece, along with some washers, a bolt, a spring, and a metal tab, all help the hitch come down onto the ball and when tightened, grab it.
It has been a long long time since I’ve done anything mechanical like that. Taking that simple hitch apart with my dad reminded me of working out in the garage with him when I was a kid. I couldn’t have a car until I was able to change the spark plugs (including gapping them) and change the oil myself. My sister was impressed that I knew the names of all the parts and how they went together. My dad was grateful for my good eyesight and manual dexterity in helping hold all the parts together.
I was thinking about engineers while we were working and how this little collection of metal pieces weighing about 5 pounds allows you to take a generator several hundred miles on the highway safely. Putting all the parts back together properly keeps the generator from flying off the back of the truck and into someone else’s car. These are small things that engineers do that make the world a better place.
Working with my dad yesterday was so analog. The 100-foot tall pine trees and the crisp nip of fall were rejuvenating. Getting my hands greasy and into the metal was satisfying. The smell of the oil coming out of the little pump can was a throwback to those days out the garage working on my car with my dad. Not having internet for a few hours was fine. I survived. In fact, I thrived.