SPIRITUAL NURTURE FOR THE INTERIOR JOURNEY, CONNECTING HEARTS & SOULS
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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The big bang

Last week, I met with a group of Mariemont High schoolers who really impressed me. I mean really. I had been corresponding with one of the leadership-class students for a number of weeks over how they could serve Artsy Fartsy Saturdays. I have to come clean and confess that their teacher is a college friend of mine, yet I think all she did was suggest the idea.

As we traded e-mails and looked at schedules, it became apparent that the December session was our best bet, so I shared a few, sketchy ideas. Very quickly, the spokesperson wrote back to me with a wonderful plan the class had dreamed up. Then we agreed on my visiting their them to pin down details. That was a joy.

It's a small group of about a dozen, so it felt intimate and informal. I gave them my little spiel on Artsy Fartsy, then they drafted an outline on the smartboard of how this event was coming together. I didn't have to do a thing. Each member contributed something and a plan was hammered out. They would bake cookies, create personalized Christmas cards for each child and lead carol singing, complete with custom songbooks.

That all dovetails so nicely into my friend, Marianne, who is a professional cake decorator, leading the kids in coloring buckets of icing, learning to work with fondant and concocting fantastic holiday cookies. On top of that, many wonderful bakers have volunteered an assortment of cookies so these kids go home with a Christmas-cookie experience (reinforced with goodies) to remember. The first batch just arrived this morning from a generous and kind complete stranger! And, our favorite Santa, Johnny Villardo, hopes to make an appearance with candy canes if he's free.

It will be wild and wonderful as a film crew, making a documentary on Cincinnati Friends Meeting's 200th anniversary next year, stops by for a snippet of footage.

This week, I promised the Mariemont students a list of Artsy Fartsy participants and a little about each one ... so they could really personalize the cards. And, as I reflected on these kids, the ones I know well and the one I'd like to know better, I was struck by how much they are in my heart and how truly amazing they are. I'd like to share that list here, so you can get a sense of them.


Elizabeth completed Artsy Fartsy and is now a mentor. She has grown from a rebel into a leader, always expressing her gratitude for the program. Lots of energy and willing to attempt anything artwise. Did some work at Brazee Glass Studio last spring because she so impressed the owner. She is one of the original AF kids and penned a wonderful poem about the program when a poet visited that first year.
Justice is another original AF kid, though we haven’t seen her as much the past year because she spends weekends with her grandmother. Quiet and somewhat, shy, she's the one who first agreed to dress up for the American-Gothic shoot and got the others on board. She's obsessed with the Titanic and was delighted to learn our building was constructed the same year it sunk; some sort of poetic "justice." Fell in love with the sparkling blue, Dale Chihuly sculpture at the entrance to the Cincinnati Art Museum and awed me with her astute description.
Angel is now a gentle mentor, one of the originals, and truly blossomed. Initially, textures bothered her (her face is etched in my mind the day we mixed peanut butter and honey) and she was glued to her phone, which she used for recording what we were doing. I think it was her introductory filter and way of capturing life. Now, she is confident, will try most things, enjoys helping others and encourages me with her notes.
Alyshia captivated me from the start with her wildness, attributable to the fact she's the only girl among many brothers. Bouncing around assorted relatives in the complex, I have a hard time pinning her down, yet it's so worth it. When she shows up, she is intent on making art. Says it takes her to her happy place. Love her energy and how her athletic legs carry her quickly away from the boys. She needs to run cross country. 
Layla, Justice’s younger sister, will always hold a special place in my heart. In the very beginning of the program, when I drove up, car loaded with yard signs and planted the first one, she wanted to know all about Artsy Fartsy and said she'd be at the sign-up. She was ... as the first in line. I also remember her running around the day I served orange Hawaiian Punch and she spit it back up. No more grossly-sweet drinks, I vowed. She constantly teaches me.
Emijah didn't allow me in right away and I wasn't certain what she was getting out of the experience. Until one day when I real observed her: sitting and thinking. I swear I could see the gears whirling. Then, she sat some more and went to work. Quietly, methodically, meticulously and oblivious to anyone else. She consistently produces beautiful, original work and infuses the room with her quietness.
Aariana bounces around like Tigger, curious, wanting to absorb it all. Each year, she has grown bolder, still sweet and respectful, but more of herself: smart and sassy. Her mother told me she'll cry if she can't attend a session. High water or not, I know Aariana will be here. The rare times she's not, something crucial is missing. She's a good friend to all and instills a strong sense of community at Artsy Fartsy.
Dorrian didn't arrive so willingly; I had to work on this kid, whom I really, really wanted. Now he's in junior high and his two younger brothers attend, so he's pretty scarce. But when he comes, the room lights up, even in his pre-teeny, I-don't-want-to-do-it ways. Because he really does. Like the day we did yoga. All of these lithe, young bodies were complaining that it was so hard, yet their form and spirit were great. You'd have been bowled over at how still they were for shivasana and meditation.
Dauson makes me smile because he's so infection, though I know he' up to something. Mostly berating himself because his work is not perfect. One of these days, I am going to plan a session entitled "Art by Accident" and dedicate it to him and all of the other kids who don't get that this is a process, not an end product. He is making progress, however. At least things don't make it to the trash can any more.
Dalton is new this year and been eagerly waiting until he was old enough to join his brothers. He is a bolt of energy that roars in, digs in, is done and on to the next thing. Surprisingly, he has a simply, bold style that works. His slap-dash clay gratitude bowl blew the mind of my Quaker minster, who worked next to him, laboring over hers. He's a breath of fresh air.
Donovan arrived last year and grounded the giggly girls and on-the-periphery boys. He plans and manifests. His super-hero cape became dimensional after careful sketches. My daughter, who led the session, was impressed. We had him in mind when we drafted a rough script for our Halloween movie and were disappointed when he was absent. I tried to talk him into coming, but he was right in saying his mother was at work and he couldn't leave. Smart, sensible kid with a captivating smile.
McKenzee is a piece of work and that is a high praise. She is the light of the party, always prepared with a change of shoes and unimaginable array of things tucked into her overly large purse. Last spring at an arts opening, one of the chaperones was concerned about her walking up a fire escape in her high heels to a studio until she whipped out a pair of flat boots. She's our best recruiter.
Kira has wanted to join us for years, but our sessions always fell on a weekend she was away. She flows right in with respectfulness, a graciousness rare in someone so young, and as a dedicated artist. She's a lovely girl that helps settle the group.
Jenna came at McKenzee's calling, quiet and a follower ... until this October when she starred in our Halloween movie. She took direction incredibly well, projected and added her own twist into the main character, who kept noticing odd things at the school and was chased by the ghost …until she awoke and it had been a dream. She's a welcome addition and we are honored to watch her bloom.
Jasmine seems ruffled by nothing, that face-lighting smile always on and genuine. She overslept month before last and when I knocked on her door wasn't ready. No problem, she said and, in five minutes, was perky and dressed to make art. She's the peacemaker who will happily ride wherever assigned when others are obstinate.
Hope: has a rare joie de vivre for such a youngster. She wants to experience life full on. Take our clay bowls, for instance. "Of course, I know how to do this,"she insisted, adding water to her bowl and enjoying the messiness. Not rattled when the bowl could not be budged, she pulled it apart and reconfigured it, happy to keep working in the medium. She's all about the process ... and enjoying it.
Jayvin is really an unknown as we only met him at registration, though he fit right in at attempting new materials and methods, eager to join the group. We hope to get to know him better and that he'll join us on our turf.
Brianne, or Bri as she prefers, is another McKenzee recruit who had a blast with us at registration. She embraced our movie-making and is a nice boost of energy and enthusiasm. He grandfather tagged along last time, enjoying himself and adding to the cadry of caring adults.
Emilie is a newbie to the program and community, but we love her grit. She exhibits a gutsiness and independence that could make a great artist. When she had a conflict at registration, she later confessed they'd work it out and were friends. We hope we can make her feel welcome all the way around because we like this girl.

Can't wait for these mature high schoolers to meet up with our amazing Artsy Fartsy kids. Could be a match made in heaven!

• When have you been impressed by a group of kids?
• How have they surprised you?
• How does your community support kids?
• How have you encouraged kids?
• How do you recognize that of God in every child (person)?


waiting for
the big
bang

when
sophisticated,
kind high
schoolers

meet head
on with
brash, curious
middle schoolers

and see the
fireworks fly

Spirit's doing,
completely

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Friday, November 14, 2014

Baby in my pocket

Crazy, but I've been carrying a two-and-a-half inch, plastic baby doll around in my pocket for three days. I noticed her out of the corner of my eye, laying amid a pile of junk as I was coming up the basement steps.


"What are you doing with her?" my 14-year-old demanded. "I just found her."
"I dunno, just want to borrow her for a bit."
"Okay," she replied.

I knew full well what I was doing with her: keeping her as a token reminder to tend my inner child. I've been on a baby kick ever since an amazing one-year-old's birthday Sunday. I wrote about that last post (http://salonforthesoul.blogspot.com/2014/11/celebrating-miracleness.html)

So she's been tucked inside my Scottish, wool sweater pocket inside a nest of clean, but not crisp Kleenex. Periodically, I reach in and touch her, much like a worry stone. To reassure me that I haven't lost her.

Yesterday, it took my tears and a few confessions for my shaman to tell me that I am burned out and in need of nurturing. "That's why you have the baby." He, as always, was right.

I have felt so tired and overwhelmed this week at the mountain of work awaiting me as I organize a formal board of directors for Artsy Fartsy Saturdays, the arts exploration I launched for at-risk middle schoolers, file paperwork and wade through months awaiting the IRS 501c3 designation. Some days it seems like a super structure built just to keep the program going and growing. Anything but simple. I have so many lists of possible board prospects and a recently acquired knowledge of how to build a board thanks to an intense ArtsWave program I completed. Didn't help that an attorney who handles non-profits warned me at a seminar not to go that route if I don't have to. An incredible amount of work, he said.

More work. More work. More work.

That's all I have been seeing.

Yet that wasn't all I wanted to talk about at yesterday's session. I mentioned the new, local church that wants to help. I was really jazzed about that earlier in the week and found that meeting so affirming. Complete strangers who heard me talk, called my work "passionate, from the heart and making a huge difference." Enough so that they desire to partner with me in helping these families.

Some help. Some help. Some help.

And then there was the other thing I wanted to process with Gary: the close encounter with the snake I'd had in September, While hiking in my little five-finger yoga shoes, I suddenly felt something slimy brush against my ankle. Fortunately, I walked on before it registered. When I looked back, I noticed a rather large white snake coiled, rising up and hissing at me. On another path, a larger black snake quickly slithered across. When my college friends and I returned to the lodge and one went to take a show, she discovered a worm in the drain. Enough. I get the snake message.

One of the first things Gary asked me is if I had meditated and asked the snake what she wanted. Never occurred to me, though the idea was very appealing. He walked me through the ins and outs of snake medicine: that they shed their skin slowly and, in this transformation, are temporarily blinded. That their new skin is bright and alive and they are vulnerable. That they unhinge their jaws to eat large prey and only eat occasionally; they can swallow large amounts. And, then we addressed the kundalini energy. The feminine energy coiled at the base of the spine. 

He imagined I was low on that, so that became a focal point of the bodywork. While I took breaths in a circular manner, coached by Gary, and his trained hands eased my aching muscles, I began to see the snake. The big, white female snake. I normally don't talk during the bodywork portion of the session, but I told Gary that one of my favorite stuffed animals had been a white snake with red-heart eyes. I also giggled and offered that Harry Potter could talk to snakes. "You can, too," he said

Before I knew it, the snake told me her name, Charlotte. "That's the name of a spider and my spiritual friend," I shot back. "Mine, too," she said, batting her big eyes. Soon, Gary released me, I felt energy return and it was time to leave.

I must be insane talking to snakes named Charlotte and keeping mini babies in my pocket.

I've experienced a very low energy day. Perhaps because my off day revolved around the shamanic work, lunch with a friend who wanted to learn about blogging, shopping for a baby-shower gift, arriving home too late to take my youngest to theater practice, attending a two-hour evening Bible study, then picking my daughter up at 10:30 pm.

In the study, we have been slowly exploring Pauls' first letter to the Corinthians. Last night, I was reeled in by the idea that we are God's temple. God resides within and there's no need to go elsewhere. Ah, perhaps I'd better take care of that treasure. Which led me to the 23rd Psalm, which I had studied with my mother's Bible group Wednesday. What struck me was the passage about being made to lie down in green pastures: forced rest.

God may be telling me to take a break. But I trudged on anyway. Stumbled into the studio almost in tears of sheer weariness and prayed for nurturing and encouragement. The phone rang and it was my mother. She called to check in and tell me that a local club she belongs to wants to help Artsy Fartsy.

More help. More help. More help.

And she let me unload a little. Actually, a lot and I felt much better.

Nurturing. Nurturing. Nuturing.

I hung up and checked e-mail before sitting down to write this post. It was almost unfathomable what rolled in. Seventeen potential board candidates that I will meet next week at ArtsWave have an interest in serving Artsy Fartsy! A chemical engineer, attorney, digital marketing specialists, arts professor, financial analyst, HR managers, brand manager, small-business developer, a non-profit consultant, tax manager and a chemical engineer ... oh my.

Don't tell me God doesn't answer prayer.


• How do I take care of God's temple?
• What do I do when I am burned out?
• What signals help me see this?
• How does prayer work for me?
• How aware am I of it working?


she rolled around
in my pocket
a few days

was with me
the time
Charlotte
introduced herself

and I still
didn't get
it

there are
just some
things I can't
do

and are left
only to
one source

God does
answer
prayer


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