A poem for my mother, Caron McCloud. I wrote this on the morning, of the same day my mother flew into her future on the evening of March 29, 2021 Gossamer Crossing Her identity is slipping across the veil. The very first thing to go were the memory based nouns. Soon the verbs and…
When we are fully engaged, as we often are with creativity – we can experience heightened awareness, intuition and connection to the inner healer. A relationship begins to form, that with practice, can give us continued access to the deepest insights we have available. ~ Shiloh Sophia Is there a lingering trauma, story…
Dear Ones, I remember the day I first painted women dancing together. I was 22 years old. I can feel it as if it was yesterday. I was living in an apartment in the Castro district in San Francisco with my friend I met at art college, Norma Jeanne Maloney. We were both artists…
Laundry Rebellion + Edgewalker Green By Shiloh Sophia from the WISHBONE : The Muse at the Back Door Stories (coming Spring 2021) The Muse is at the back door tonight. I hear her peculiar knock-scratch-scuffle when I am drying the dinner dishes. I drop the dishtowel on the floor. I open the door as…
“We must move into the future, creating it as we go. We have been placed on the edge of history too long now. We have always been here.” ~ Sue Hoya Sellars I grew up going to the museum. Sue, my Co-Mother and Teacher made sure of it. No one in my…
Could you use a hot date with the Muse? How about time to splash paint and let loose? We think it’s time for a reset. What say you? Our Muses will meet us. and light the tips of our paintbrushes! IN OTHER WORDS, LET’S PLAY. This is also my only painting class on the books…
“The call to honor the mothering we have received in our lives is the sacred work of community. If we do not know where we come from, how can we know where we are going?” ~ Shiloh Sophia I am sitting by a small but mighty tree. I am listening to the branches.…
There is an oak tree out my studio window named Eleanor. I didn’t name her of course, she just told me one day, just like that. “My name is Eleanor.” I sit with her every day, most often starting in the dark of morning and the moon glow. When I come to the studio chair…
Cloud in an Evening Gown I often say, explaining Intentional Creativity is like trying to put a cloud into an evening gown. How lovely and luminous that would be! Yet many sacred things defy a proper image or metaphor because only the real thing will do. Things like breath, the sea, the smell of…
“I am so proud to be indigenous. I know we have an innate spiritual sense, a great reverence for Mother Earth… and this keeps us in the arms of our Creator.” Aho Mitakuye Oyasin – we are all related! ~ Carmen Baraka Honoring Native American Elder in our Community Carmen Baraka Spirit Warrior…