Messages

Next to the paintings below are a selection of messages I've received deep in the night. Most floated onto the paper while I was in the magical liminal space, the time right before falling asleep or waking up. A few are surprises that I don’t remember writing in my dream journal, but that I discovered on the page when I woke up.  

To read messages received from images featured on my paintings page, click here. 
Bring the angels down to earth--
let them do their work.

Let them part the sky
and teach you great things
through your fingertips
and silence.
It’s okay to not know--
Be at peace.
The wind flies without a plan.
 
Allow more space between thoughts,
it’s there you’ll find the next clue.



​           The moonbeams danced
                           on the floor of possibility...
​Let down your gray hair,
every strand earned.
Shake it loose,
shake it wild,
shake into the night.
 
Then, when your mind is free,
sit with me over a cup of tea.
​We sat down next to the fire,
paging through my journal of remembering.

We crossed out all that was taught that was not true.
​There wasn’t much left.
 
Be true to your soul, she said.
This is the greatest instruction.

​When there are no words,
sing.

Set down your mind and step outside.
The music is on all the time.
So be tender to your body--
it’s not her fault.
She listens to the wind
and drinks in rain.

​Be gentle with her.
She’s waiting for you.
​With my pen and brush in hand,
She leads the way
to our castle of words--
ideas waiting for birth.
 
Perched on a ledge
as winds swirl,
the ideas feel,
know,
and jump
head first
into
me.
​All three of us take turns
in the turquoise waters
of your imagination.
 
It’s not forced creation
but alive already,
waiting for communion.
 
Pull out the words
and images you desire.
Many more swim behind.


Gather the flowers
tenderly
 
Watch how they love you...
​The lion roars her laughter.
You’ve come to her jungle--
barefoot,
empty-handed,
no plans.
Perfect!
On the other side of your mind
lies your desire,
asleep beneath a thousand nets.
 
Snip the threads, she said.
The scissors lie in your heart.

​Dare to get them.
​Look under your thoughts
and lift the curtain.
​
Follow the moonbeams
around the oak tree
to the place where
the stream meets ocean--
our magic spot.
 
I have something to share with you.

​Let the layers go,
give them to me.
Let me wash them in salt water
and dry them in the sun.
 
Tonight's the night when everything changes.
See, you’re already flying high--
lifted by invisible wings.

​Build your nest
where I can see it.
Lay your head near.
 
Love me too,
the whisper said.
​It’s a very small choice.
Quick--
before the light fades.
 
Here we go, my beloved!