That may or may not be a sunflower, but it certainly looks like one. How very appropriate.
Sending love out to you all.
The Invitation by Oriah
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
There is such a great deal of information on art therapy, it is becoming a new trend in treatment for patients with mental health issues. I think it is FANTASTIC, as we are learning how to use alternative methods for improving our state of mind. One thing that seems, to me, to be missing in all of the literature, is the benefit of creating something positive vs. negative vs. neutral and the overall effect on mood.
I write about this because our work is on rebranding depression, and often times in the art world brilliant artists create rather ‘dark’ images. While I understand the need to express and am thankful this type of release is positive, what research is starting to show is that creating something positive is even more beneficial to mood and health than just expressing negative or neutral emotions. [Read more...]
For those that say there is no such thing as depression, I invite you into my brain for my mini episodes every month during PMS (or PPMD). Seriously. Climb aboard my brain for just a week. Experience my reality during a storm once a month when my hormones are out of whack, and you will understand that as much as I try to prepare, our brain chemistry is quite powerful, there will always be a leak, so the best thing to do is prepare and ride it out.
I can’t breathe today. Fear is choking me. I didn’t even know it was fear, that is until I sat and faced it.
I let it experience me, so that I could experience it. I sat as the fear pulsated through my veins, crept to the tips of my fingers, exploded in my stomach and inched along my throat. I felt it caress my thighs and tease my shoulders, tricking each and every part of me along the way into tensing. It worked its way to the back of my neck, massaging it into compliance of rigidity.
Before I knew it I was overcome. Instead of using my precious energy to fight it, I let it think it won. Sitting back I let fear play its game in my body. It tensed my muscles and started to even control the blood flow, moving it faster and slower at its whim. I felt it create tears and experienced the very resistance of its being that it created in my soul. [Read more...]
I was taking some photos of flowers this weekend, and I noticed they weren’t perfect. Flakes of dirt, worn around the edges, some black spots, browning, all kinds of things when you really get up close. I really didn’t care and was so glad I saw the beauty, not the flaws, and it made me think a lot about life.
Don’t you wish for even a day we could see the beautiful flower within ourself? No flaws, no rough edges, nothing to pick at because what we saw was really the amazing, colorful, unique image that sat before us? That we weren’t put under a microscope, taken apart, criticized and belittled by what really makes us beautiful and unique?
So I decided to take lots of photos, bring them back and expose their flaws close-up. But I challenge you to look at these flaws and find the awe and beauty in each of them. Instead of automatically doing what you have been taught and point out / take apart those flaws, study them closely and see how they add beauty, depth, and character to each and every flower.
These aren’t photo-shopped in any way, which is why I love them. They are what they are. The majority of the flower is vibrant, colorful, smells and feels beautiful.
Spend a day seeing yourself as you see a flower. Strong, confident, delicate, amazing, magnificent…. Notice the beauty and be inspired by that. Hang un-photoshopped flowers on your wall as a reminder that we are all perfect in our own, unique, and beautiful way.
It was colonized in 1821-1822 by freed American Slaves.
These slaves formed an elite group in society, and in 1847 formed an elite group named the Republic of Liberia.
In 1989 the first Civil War in Liberia broke out, and in 1999 the second Civil War in Liberia broke out. These have been named the bloodiest, most gruesome wars in history.
In 2003, The Economist named Liberia “The World’s Worst Place to Live”.
You may say, so what? But let us take a moment to remember what we have put out of our memory due to the horrific nature of our ancestor’s behavior. How we, Americans, treated those slaves according to the editors of the CD oral history project called Remembering Slavery: African-Americans Talk About Their Personal Experiences of Slavery and Emancipation:
“Some slave women were used for breeding more slaves. Plantation owners would rape female slaves in order to produce more slaves. Some slaves were even forced to have sex with others to increase population and increase the amount of slave product on the market.”