Standing O

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Emma with Director Wally Hurst and Musical Director Brian Miller.

 

Hello Dearhearts,

Past few weeks have been a whirlwind whoosh of blessings and challenges. It’s a real life: a miraculously blessed, magical and sometimes painful one. So here I am, pinching myself in front of y’all, to make sure I savor this JOY, sharing one of my greatest memories from the past week and perhaps 2018: My daughter, Emma, finding and making her heART flow in the musical Annie.

I was sitting in the dark surrounded by many beautiful strangers. At the end of the play, Me, I wanted to leap out of my seat for JOY and GRATITUDE for the hardwork and dedication my daughter embodied, but I held back… trying to let humility lead my heart and actions.

Then came my dumbfounding. Such a glorious surprise gift from so many strangers, who–leaping out of their seats applauded my daughter and the entire cast of Annie, for their heartFULL dedication to creation of such a special and touching production.

Like Auggie in film/book Wonder says, every child deserves a standing ovation in their life! Every one goes through often unknowable adversity and challenges. Every human deserves an ovation. So I say, let’s cheer each other on much much more in 2018… let’s support each other through our very real and sometimes painful life of joys, risks, losses, vulnerabilities and challenges.

So here I am cheering on our beautiful daughter, and the wonderful cast of Annie, pinching myself grateful for all the LIGHT illuminating my heart tonight, and for all the memories we shall treasure.

Cheers! Cheers! Cheers! Cheering you all on up and through whatever you are going through and whatever is coming your way. The Sun’ll come out, tomorrow!

i love you. xoxo
becky

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ps here are some photos and audio from an early dress rehearsal.

eclipse prayer

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(Photo captured moments before the total eclipse from Sylva, North Carolina, USA, August 21st, 2017)

💕🦋❤️🌏 Earlier this week, I was blessed to have arrived safely in Sylva NC to witness and pray beneath the total eclipse. If you wished to have been in totality, please know I was there for you, too.

I burned sacred sage in gratitude to our ancestors.
Sage smoke in gratitude for everything we are–humans connected to our one earth.
Burned Sage on my knees praying to all of our Gods –and seeming missing ones–dedicated to all we can do to love each other and heal one another and our beautiful finite planet.
Burned sacred sweetgrass to bring in the new world, the healing powers of love and sacred listening. Burned sweetgrass for our progeny.
Sweetgrass for the strength, courage, patience, creativity and powers we need.

Burned sage and sweetgrass for peace peace peace.
Peace in our 💕s.
Peace in our homes.
Peace in our towns.
Peace in our countries.
Peace on our continents.
Peace on earth as it is in heaven, peace on earth.
Amen. Shalom. Salaam. Namaste. Blessed be. Love. 💕❤️🦋

❤ becky

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human resources

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dear ones,

Thinking and feeling today. About the fact there are over 7.4 billion of us humans on earth. I just spent a few minutes watching this world population clock go up and down, and up up up up and then down and up.

It’s fascinating. Think about all of us humans here on earth! People dying. People being born. More people being born, dying.

I do not believe there are too many people on earth. On the contrary.

In the history of earth, there has never been so many of us until this very now, this very second!

What would happen if we could see ourselves as the greatest resource on earth? Not in a self-centered egocentric type of way but in a connected-to-everything-kind of way. What would happen If we could feel our full power and recognize…. REALIZE our full human potential?!

We humans–like an intelligent mound of giant ants–are the greatest possible resource to heal our earth and humanity’s suffering!

It does not feel good to me to deny our presence or to believe that humans are the weakest link in our evolution. Yes! To-date we have been the most destructive. And yet we have also been the most creative.

It is our creativity that will save us from ourselves. Creativity combined with our hearts’ abilities to love deeply and to feel pain will save us from ourselves.

We humans have the greatest potential of all… Yet untapped.

Now is the perfect time for us to EVOLVE and love the heaven and hell out of each other and this place, our home.

(I 💕remembering that the word LOVE is nestled backwards inside evolve, reminding me to look in the mirror and find unconditional love inside myself first, before expecting to see it or project it outside of me. I have work to do.)

I love Y’all!

becky
p.s. gift yourself 3 glorious minutes to take in this beautiful film and message from Katie Teague Photography

mothering is democracy

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I took my teenage daughters to school this morning (Sonshine is home, sick), just a few minutes after learning the news of our new president from the radio. As a family we have been preparing for Mr. Trump for many months, but it still was a shock.

Months ago I vehemently considered moving my family to England, as a British national I have that right. But that was before I more deeply explored what living in this country means to me, and the possibility America affords, and also what it means to live democracy on a daily basis, democracy as an act I consciously contribute to… daily.

We have talked about what democracy is, what it aspires to be, and that an election is only one way democracy attempts itself.

This morning, on the drive we talked about it some more. I told them that today is a day for listening, and that deep listening is a democratic act.

Then we talked about our prayers. We can act in our power by choosing to pray for humility to wash over Mr. Trump. That we should be thankful so many of his warts, flaws and fears are transparent. And that we as a country, can help heal him and all us with similar hidden and outward expressions of fear (racism, elitism, bullying, etc.) by using our love and deep listening to the pain, and of course our individual and collaborative creativity.

Then I felt a panic feeling come over me, dropping them off at the door, questioning (in my heart) their safety at school… well anywhere really. I reasoned with myself: Dropping the children off at school today is a democratic act. Mothering (and fathering) is a democratic act.

We shall overcome. One foot in front of the other. Breathing. Listening. Hurting. Learning. Forgiving. Remembering that people and countries can and do change. Continuing on. Loving forward. We will make this new story, together.

(photo of our daughters standing in front of Abe Lincoln memorial, on the very spot where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr loved into being our “I Have a Dream” speech.)

❤ becky

love something into existence

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Dear Ones,

I have held a seed of a story a secret in my heart for some two years now. I created a few heART-ful images two years ago, that I made into cards and necklaces. Today I colorized a drawing that had remained a black outlined coloring page for all this time.

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For the past 10 days I carried this teeny little book I am attempting to fill with words, beauty, love, humor and whimsy– aspiring to become a bigger book– a gift for my 7-year-old Sonshine. It’s a little story about a special little bird.

Earlier this year I told a group of 1st graders about the story’s main character–Joybird. I told them how our imaginations can make so many things, including books. The children are now 2nd graders, and they continue to remind and ask me if Joybird ready for them yet? (I feel more pressure and anxiety about this than if I was on deadline for a publisher!) Gulp. What did I do?!

Joybird needs to fly, and I’ve run out energy to believe in my excuses.

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And now double gulp, I am sharing my position with YOU right now, in an effort to support and encourage YOU and that special secret something in YOU that also needs to fly. What is it? Do tell!

I read a lot of books about creativity. Most recently I re-read Lewis Hyde’s classic The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World.  I came across this gem, that I want to share with you, in case it can inspire YOU to begin making, writing, illustrating or painting that special something YOU want to love into existence, something that perhaps YOU have carried for a long while.

“An essential portion of any artist’s labor is not creation so much as invocation. Part of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that “begging bowl” to which the gift is drawn.”  ~ Lewis Hyde

Yes, dearhearts…. it is time for us to SHINE and take a little time to indulge and express our creativity, and open up our begging bowl to invoke the creative muse to arrive before us. Risk ourselves. And let’s finally do it!

I’m here for you. If you want to bounce ideas off me, phone or skype with me, whatever it is, let’s support each other on a new creative adventure. email me.

I have a lot of gremlins: Voices in my head striving to convince me of my illustrative inadequacies. I don’t want to believe them. It doesn’t matter if my gremlins don’t love what is about to happen. It only matters to trust myself, and allow the space and time to love this gift and let it come into being! A gift for my son. (If he likes it, maybe I’ll share with his school friends too. If he doesn’t, at the very least I will have spent time ignoring and renouncing my gremlins, and loosening their grip on me perhaps freeing me up for yet another new creative venture?!) Roar!

honoring YOUR de-gremlinizer superpowers, together let’s do this!
my love,
❤ becky

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