Emerald City & The Rainbow

Many years ago, I was working and supporting a disabled woman named Kim in her home. Kim, orphaned on the streets as a 2-year-old and ill with brain infection encephalitis in a foreign city, was eventually adopted by an American family.

Throughout the ten years I worked with her, her ability to perform daily living tasks declined, and she started exhibiting new and peculiar behaviors. It was like she was different every 3- 6 months. I was tasked with writing new learning strategies and behavior management plans and utilizing creative ways to teach skills. It wasn’t until several years later, and at a point that Kim was a shell of herself, that she was diagnosed and suffering from frontal lobe degeneration disease. The doctor explained that her brain was dying, which was likely contributed to her childhood illness. She forgot everything she had ever experienced, learned, and who she was. My organization pushed me to create learning programs and insisted I continue to try and teach her. However, she eventually fell asleep and passed away, and her death deeply impacted me more than I realized.

She loved and frequently sang “Over the Rainbow.” It was a soothing tune. She didn’t sing the entire song, only a few disconnected verses here and there.

Feeling the loss of Kim and without a purpose, I decided I wanted to do something different. Even though I was promoted and took on management and training roles professionally, I yearned for something different. Something that I could embrace as a purpose in life.

Asking myself, how can I be of service to others? How can I contribute to my community and serve the highest good? At this time, I was a single mother of 1 young adult in college and 2 in high school. Investing time and energy into my development took six years of college. Eventually, I graduated with a master’s in Instructional Design. I was ready to move on.

Fast forward 3 years later, and I found myself in the Emerald City of Seattle at a conference for CHART (Conference of Hotel and Restaurant Trainers). There, I discovered the theme of the conference, “Path to Everywhere.” Over the next few days, I attended sessions led by L & D leaders in hospitality training. I finished a complete track and found out there was to be a pinning ceremony for all that completed a track.

At the beginning of the pinning ceremony, a song began to flow down from above, “Over the Rainbow,” played by Israel Kamakawiwoʻole. Chills overtook my body, and when my name was called, I stood to walk up to the front of the large room. I reached my hand out to accept the little red bag with a pin, and in a flash, I remembered Kim and the song that brought her so much comfort. Then as if all around me faded, I heard her say, “You made it, Lou!”.

The next day as everyone was leaving to go home. While waiting in line at a coffee shop, a fellow attendee wearing a red shirt (Kim’s Favorite color) approached me and asked how I felt after completing my first CHART. The woman was a long-time participant in the organization and had completed all 12 competencies tracks. I responded that I had learned so much and made so many new friends and would be returning. Then, a chance encounter at the airport brought me face-to-face with the same woman from the coffee shop. Her travel companion called her Kim, and I welled up in tears and was again reminded of my Kim.

From 2012 to 2023, I was in many ways lost, but now I have found my way. Kim’s memory inspired me to chart a new course in life, and I was determined to make the most of it. I now have a renewed sense of purpose. With the life lessons I have learned and the people I met along the way, I am ready to accept my path everywhere.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I set out to serve others and improve the quality of the lives of others once again. Thank you, Kim Ahna.

#American Zed

Finished 16” x 20” acrylic on stretch canvas

So I spent about a half an hour writing a blog post about this latest painting. Unfortunately when I pressed publish it disappeared. I have no idea where it went and I was like darn it that was a great blog post if I do say so myself.

Here I go again. A couple of years ago when my daughter Lily graduated from high school and at her graduation party we created a photo booth that included a handheld Polaroid style type frame made out of white eraser board. Guests could group together and write on the bottom with dry eraser markers on the bottom of the Polaroid goofy, cheesy, wise sayings or hashtags or the what not and then hold the frame up and then take a picture.

Well one of the pictures that was taken is represented in this painting. When it was taken I thought it was cute but it wasn’t until I saw the picture a few days later that it really spoke to me on so many levels.

First, this picture immediately reminded me of American Gothic painting by Grant Wood. It is said that Grant Wood in the 1930s went back to Iowa where he was from and saw an old farmhouse. He was inspired and wanted to do a satirical painting about the architecture of an old Iowa farm house. He titled the painting of the old farm house & its farmer & wife “American Gothic” as in reference to the lack of Gothic style architecture and it being the Midwest’s version. It’s further written that he utilized his sister and his dentist as models for this painting.

So now this is my version of a satirical painting of what I envision of a young Generation Z couple would look like on the World Wide Web posting on different social media sites, sharing their selfie’s.

I give you #AmericanZEd

Feathers of Humility

An undeniable warmth encircles us when we recall moments of compassion that shaped us, often from those who might seem unremarkable in the grand tapestry of society but are, in truth, the threads that hold it together. These humble and gracious individuals are angels who walk among us, their wings tucked neatly away as they go about their unassuming work of kindness.

I recently revisited my childhood neighborhood, a tapestry of bitter and sweet memories of a 70’s childhood. There, nestled on the back streets of the suburbs built in the late 1960s, lived my old neighbors, parents of childhood playmates who have embraced the golden years of their lives. Once again, I was welcomed with warmth and kindness. Stepping across the threshold of their home felt like traversing through time, back to an era when I was a child seeking solace from the storms of my home life next door.

As a child, their kindness was not so much in grand gestures as in the simple welcome they extended. A familiar voice invited me in for a poached egg and a triangle of toast on a cold winter’s morning before the school bus arrived. This was the grace that does not boast or seek recognition; it is the grace that is.

Returning for a visit with them as an adult, I carried with me the intention to express my gratitude. I want to say “thank you” for the sanctuary they unknowingly provided and for the lessons in kindness that seeped into my being and helped shape the person I have become. Their response was nothing short of the humility I remembered. They welcomed me back with open arms, inquired about my life with genuine interest, and celebrated our reunion with the simplicity of a photograph — a memento to share with their children, my childhood playmates.

Their humility lay in their inability to recognize the magnitude of their own goodness. They did not see their impact as anything extraordinary; it was just their way of being. And yet, there is something divine in this humility, a grace that elevates the human experience to something bordering on the celestial. With a loving smile, she said, “God had his hand on you.”

These angels hide among us, those who do not don wings of feathers but lift us with compassion and empathy. They remind us that grace is not a lofty, unreachable, abstract ideal but a tangible act of kindness, a word of encouragement, and a space for one more at the table.

In their company, my heart felt open, and my cup overrunning. In their smiles, gentle questions, and embrace, I found affirmation that goodness persists, often in the quiet corners of our daily lives. In these moments, we are reminded to practice grace, embrace humility, and acknowledge the angels who walk beside us, guiding us toward our better selves.

As we move through our bustling lives, may we not overlook these quiet angels. Instead, let us carry forward the grace and humility they embody, becoming, in our own way, guardians of kindness in a world that dearly needs it. Let us be the ones who can, one day, be looked back upon with gratitude as someone’s angels hidden in plain sight. Thank you.

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The Garden


Wedding Toast Louise and Stephen.
 
 
I’m so happy to be here with all of you for Lou and Stephens’s wedding
I’m sure we all can feel the love in the room for these two special people
Or, as Lou says, “Loves, you are the garden in which we thrive.”
Looking around, I would say we make a beautiful garden.
 
 
It is my honor to give the wedding toast.  I am Terre…  I have known Lou since she was in High School with my sisters Rachael and Robin. So, you could say I am her big sister by proxy.  
 

What do I know about Lou?  She is an amazing creature with a huge heart of gold.
She is in a constant state of creating,
Creating a beautiful family
Creating a community of friendship and chosen family
Creating incredible art
Creating fabulous food
Creating beauty and positivity
She creates a force of love:                    
Encompassing everything and everyone with acceptance and celebration
 
When I envision Lou in my mind, I see her with her arms thrown wide open to embrace everything good in this Life.
 
I sometimes thought that Life has not always given back to her what she has given to it.
 
And then Stephen appeared
A quiet man from across the pond
keenly observant, intelligent, and creative
And
It is said that love abides in a person’s actions, not their words
Stephens’s actions have clearly shown his love for Lou.
 
For example
 
Soon after dating, he asked her to make a list of things she would like to do.  On the list, she added going to different gardens.  Long story short, he did it better; rather than take her to gardens far away, he planted a beautiful garden for her that blooms for her from spring to fall.  From which she creates beautiful bouquets.
 
One time she was having a horrible day, a meltdown day.  Stephen drove out 45 minutes one way on a weeknight to give her a hug and just to be there for her.
 
They have traveled to England together several times, and just as he has embraced her family, she has embraced his.
 
It has been a joy to watch their love story unfold.
 
My sister Rachael beautifully described them
“Stephen is her base that keeps her grounded and still allows her to fly

He is her soft landing.” 
  
Stephen and Lou
As you begin your lives together in marriage
We wish you endless happiness
Incredible love
And that you together thrive in your special garden
And as always
May the force be with you.

Small Glimpse of Our Gardens


 

Alignment

Wow I just noticed I haven’t posted anything since October of last year. Time has flown by the past six months. Not many know that I started a new day job a couple of months ago. It’s creative & it’s a blessing in my life! It took a couple of months to align the transition from the old to the new. One of my favorite mentors, Ed, use to say when the moon and star align… instead of saying goodbye after one of our long talks.

Stephen and I really haven’t traveled anywhere, like most people we’ve been staying close to home. We have spent a lot of time in our backyard building raised garden beds for our vegetables and planting an apple tree. Enjoying our space at home with mindfulness and being present.

We are planning to do some local travel for landscape photography and of course my plein air water color painting. I did do some mother daughter painting with Lily while she was home for spring break. I enjoyed sitting outside, warm sun, chorus of birds as usual and painting.

It’s not common that I share my creative space with other people. I like to create not only an art space, but also a sacred space. The space my mind, my spirit, and my heart aligns with a physical space is sacred to the creative energy found in all life. It’s through this alignment that Awiya emerges.

The next grand adventure is a 24 hour old fashioned tent camping trip. Our goal is to pick a spot, sit, and whatever crosses our field of vision will be photographed or painted. It’s a form of mediation through observation. Seeing the movement of nature, being the observer and hopefully capturing some of its light.

When the moon & stars align my creative, see you on the Awiya side of life.

Be Your Own Light

Hello Creatives.

Have you ever come away from what appears, on the surface, an ordinary experience that floods your mind with a theme that spans years? If not, then just wait; it’ll happen.


A few decades ago, while searching the celestial and physical world on an eclectic solitary path, I experienced Awiya, light moving through you- a process of creativity, for the 1st time. It happened when I met a participant at a conference we were attending. I took a while to let it sink in and to comprehend what happened and what purpose it served.


Let’s dive deeper; have you ever met someone with a presence in the room, an aura, or a vibe that just shined? Glowed! I’m not talking about current beauty standards or the latest make-up highlight, low-light, and contour on point. I mean a person radiating energy so clear, bright, and intentionally present. Now what I do not mean is a perfect person without issues or obstacles in life.


A few ideas I contemplated on my solitary travels is the Lotus Sutra. The essence of the Lotus Sutra is that Buddhas can be found in everything and everywhere. That Buddhist practice is to learn to see the Buddha in ourselves & other sentient beings. The Lotus Sutra also emphasizes that we have an inner light to illuminate the Buddha within and externally to illuminate others.
Through the years, I have met, befriended, or accidentally encountered many people who illuminate their inner light so generously to almost blind me.

The latest experience of this phenomenon occurred when I met the partner of a person while attending a large party. The light, energy, and presence of being this person effortlessly emanated were so bright I could only close my eyes, turn my head and say, “damn.”The brightness took me by surprise. I am grateful for the encounter. I am reminded that I am my own light & I shine.

Stay on the Awiya Side of Life my creatives.

A funeral, 2 vacations and a wedding

The past 48 hours were a surge of energy and pivoting 360 degrees. Stephen and I planned, organized and packed for a 2 week trip to Glacier National Park. The car was packed and we were ready for a road trip with our cameras and my watercolors. Photography, painting, fresh air and engagement photos were the frame of the vacation. Then, 24 hours before our departure… the message arrived.

Stephen father, Walter, passed away in his sleep while in the hospital.

As if on cue, Spirit flowed, aligned and manifested a journey to England. We unpacked for a journey to the mountains and repacked for one to North Yorkshire England. Scrambling to cancel accommodations in country and finding a holiday rental in England. Not to mention finding a flight asap.

Throughout the 2 1/2 week trip, spirit flowed, messages received and guidance accepted. The 1st message arrived before we left the US when I found a 2 pound British coin in my piggy bank. It’s a tradition within my family to exchange dollar coins instead of wedding rings. I found mine, now where was Stephens?

Then the 2nd message at the 4th floor flat we would be calling home during our trip. Stephen sat on the couch, then got up and adjusted the cushions. Then, another message appeared under the cushion. A tarot card- 9 of Cups and would you believe it, a 2 pound coin was under the cushion. The 9 of cups represents wishes granted. The other 2 pound coin.

We took a couple hour nap and then headed out for a evening walk before dinner. For my readers who haven’t traveled to the UK in summer, sunrise starts at around 4:30 am and sunset 9:30 pm in June. LONG 16-17 hour days. After being awake for 24 hours traveling, we were ready for sleep. We headed back to the flat and discovered another message.

View from our 1st flat

The smell, the smell was so over powering we opened all the windows. After some investigation, we confirmed it was sewer gas. We were unable to reach the flat owner, so we slept with the windows open and low in the 50’s.

The next morning we were able to reach the owner and we relocated to a different rental in town. Oh the stairs! We climbed up to the 4th floor, again, with suitcases and groceries. Everyday, a couple times a day, we climbed.

Once settled into our new flat, We discovered a 4th message. Out of curiosity, I lifted the couch cushions. Why not I thought? What are the odds? Well well well , a white feather and a pence coin. My 1st thought was “Pennie’s from heaven”. What energy was aligning and how will this unfold?

Opening the kitchen window blinds we discovered a Seagull couple with two babies on the roof of the Ambulance Station behind our building. The rest of our 2 1/2 week trip, we watched the Seagull Mom and Dad take turns bring food to the babies and watch over them. In many ways, it was cathartic to observe the Seagulls being a family unit doing, well, Seagull things. Most notably chasing off other birds and stand guard on the ledge. The most humorous was mom on the ledge screeching for dad while the 2 grey fuzzy baby gulls flapped around the roof top trying to fly. They mostly fell over after a few flaps. Then in a hurry dad swoops in and lands on the rooftop. Mom didn’t wait for him to land and she took flight & was gone! I guess she needed a break.

We spent most evenings out and about Whitby walking. Walking through the cobble street along the pier or down on the beach entranced by the waves of the North Sea.

One of my favorite things about Whitby and surrounding villages are all the flowers in the front garden of almost every home. We have walked over 33 miles. The smell of sea air and the flowers were indescribable. Many many stops to smell the flowers… well, after we checked inside for sleeping bees. Oh the bees! There are so many bees here!

Since we’re here, let’s throw in some wedding planning and engagement photos with Mum and Sis too.

Throughout the trip, we were reminded to take time for ourselves. Reminded of the value in creating spaces for ourselves and holding space for others. Healing, letting go, and supporting one another is priceless. Even if it hurts to move forward, sometime we are the hardest mountain to climb, we are not alone in the waves of grief and it’s okay to stop and enjoy smelling the flowers, even if life stinks sometimes.

Stay on the Awiya side of life my creatives.