My life journey began in Michigan. Two years after my birth I was living in an orphanage in Indiana. After a short stay in the orphanage, a family adopted me and my biological brother and we moved to Illinois. I have lived in Illinois ever since. Adoption has shaped who and how I am in the world. I come from a family of 5 adopted children, have one adopted child of my own along with 3 biological children and a daughter-in-law who is also adopted. You might say I'm swimming in a sea of adoption! This life journey has led me to be a spiritual seeker for as long as I can remember, seeking growth, new insights, experiences and adventure-which is what led me to Intuitive Painting.
Art is therapeutic and a source of healing. I experienced this personally while secluded in a tiny cabin on Whidbey Island, taking a 3 week sabbatical from my "normal" life to continue writing my memoir (a work still in progress). While away, I finished reading the wonderful book by Julia Cameron, "The Artists Way." Creativity and art had a therapeutic effect, opening me up in new ways. It was in that tiny cabin that I had the idea to bring the healing qualities of art to others, especially those in the adoption triad. It took two years of searching to find just what I was looking for in Chris Zydel's wonderful Expressive Arts Teacher Training Program. So, here I am today, a graduate of the program excited to bring the wonderful insights and joys of painting to others...Not just those in the adoption triad....Intuitive Painting awakens every soul that is willing to silence the inner critic and give permission for inner creativity and wisdom to flourish.
I hope you will choose to join me and begin your own adventure awakening and illuminating all that lies within your most beautiful soul!
A recurring dream wakes me in the middle of the night... Deep in sleep Someone is knocking on my bedroom door... It sounds like my bedroom door... Is it?
I lie still, eyes open, holding my breath Waiting for the knock to come again Waiting to hear the voice of one of my children but none comes It's perplexing It cannot be a knock I hear in my dream It's too real and present
Who is it that wants to come in? Why do they knock, and go away? Maybe it's not someone wanting to come in... Maybe...
it's someone knocking, wanting to get out She comes knocking, in the stillness of the night when my thoughts, my will, the noise of life, have all been quieted... when my defenses are down She is asking to be freed; asking for permission to be released from years of forced slumber and silent waiting In her resolute acquiescence, she was forgotten The idea of her existence... abandoned....
Until... she came knocking... Seeking to be heard, To be freed
(excerpt from "Layers", a memoir in progress)
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