Poignant 2012

Looking back on what you have done can bring up many emotions. When sadness is seen in your past, look to the future and make it as positive as you can.

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Helen Frankenthaler

“It is not about just my evolution, it is HER evolution; any time a woman empowers herself through some action or inaction, no matter how seemingly small, the evolution of women takes a step forward, mass consciousness moves…”

By Shiloh Sophia McCloud

We are at the threshold.
We are going to see change.
If we can create the vision in our heart,
It will spread.

As women of wisdom we cannot be divided.
As bringers of Light, we have no choice but to join together.

~ Agnes Baker Pilgrim

“What is art but life upon the larger scale, the higher. When, graduating up in a spiral line of still expanding and ascending gyres, it pushes toward the intense significance of all things, hungry for the infinite?”

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

This Work of Women by Shiloh McCloud

Yes. It is time for a revolution of women and path,
women and money, women and business, women and art,
women and marketplace.
We do not choose to give away
our works for nothing.
We are not starving or frivolous artists.
We are creators whose creations
save lives, heal the world, heal wounds.
This work of women, priestesses and practitioners of every
kind is VISIONARY WORK.
Your work is vital. Essential. Needed. This work
of women must include creating livelihood. This is
not easy, quick, fun nor likely. This is not accepted
or encouraged. But this is what we must do:
Create and abundance revolution
We must create our own path.
We must create our own money.
We must create art.
We must create our own marketplace.
We must be compensated.
We are creating our own mystical cosmic luminous
overflowing BANK.
A bank that does not cause,
contribute or condone
the suffering of others for profit.
A women’s bank. Believe it. Create it.
Deposit into it. Draw from it.
Invite other women into it.
Enter the income stream in your little
golden boat and dream
and work and pray and play
and do not stop. Keep going.
It will almost always seem impossible.
But we will make miracles.
Miracle are organizing themselves around our dreams
our work, our visions,
right now.
Let us go out, armed with what matters
and the prayers of our grandmothers,
shining.

By Shiloh Sophia McCloud, 2008 Copyright – The Heart of the Visionary

Celebrating Independence Day gives each of us a chance to celebrate our country and what it stands for and the progress we have made. We are also able to celebrate our own independence from ignorance. Hooray!
~ Maya Angelou

De Kooning in his studio, with a bottle of safflower oil and bowls of paint on his worktable, 1971.

“I don’t paint to live, I live to paint.”
~ Willem de Kooning

Penny street art: “obsessions make my life worse and my work better”

Harlem

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

~ Langston Hughes

Testimony 2012 by Drea Jensen

https://soundcloud.com/mamuse-1/glorious

Glorious

Written by: Karisha Longaker

Lyrics

Oh, what a day! Glorious!
Gather ‘round
There’s nothing better
Than a friend
Oh what a day! Glorious!
The smell of rain
Has hitched a ride
Upon the wind
I’ve got good friends
To the left of me
And good friends
To my right
Got the open sky above me
And the earth beneath my feet
Got a feeling in my heart
That’s singin’
All in life is sweet
Oh what a day!

Oh, what a day! Glorious!
All the clouds
Have gathered round
The tops of trees
Oh what a day! Glorious!
Pitter patter
Fallin’ rain I can’t believe
All that’s green
Lifts up its leaves
Singin’ water come on in
We’ve been waiting all these days
Prayin’ you would come to quench
Every yearnin’ in our bones
Water, life with you begins
Oh, what a day!

Home is believing
Home has wings of faith
Home is a clear river
Of perceiving
All is well
This is a friendly mystery

Oh, what a day! Glorious!
Baby blue jay
Squawkin’ in the cherry tree
Oh, what a day! Glorious!
Deep in the night we had a raccoon robbery
Pitter patter little paws
Have left their footprints all around
Pitter patter evidence
Some fruit has fallen to the ground
Pitter patter sings my heart
At the thought of what’s to come
Oh, what a day!

Home is believing
Home has wings of faith
Home is a clear river of perceiving
All is well
This is a friendly mystery
All is well
This is a friendly mystery

Oh, what a day! Glorious!
Under the sky we slept last night
Just you and me
Oh, what a day! Glorious!
The waning moon
Our cycle is almost complete
We’ve got good friends to the left of us
And good friends to our right
Got the open sky above us
And the earth beneath our feet
Never fear-the birds are singin’
Even endings can be sweet
Oh, what a day!
Never fear–the birds are singin’
Even endings can be sweet
Oh, what a day!