Author Archives: Deborah

Thanks to Facebook, I stumbled upon a video that has caught my attention. Titled: “This is Water.” The storyline is deceptively simple but the message pushes and pulls at me for days. Based on a 2005 commencement address by David … Continue reading →

Today I’m sharing a painting process that occurred six months ago. It’s finished, a lot of water has flown under the bridge since then and yet, I remember the satisfaction of painting this one as if it were today. It … Continue reading →

Originally, I think I’ll be painting a goddess woman with a skirt but I’ve painted strong legs. They demand being seen. I think the mid section might be a mandala but as I lounge on my bed for a break … Continue reading →

The year of 2012 and now the first almost five months in 2013 have not found me being a regular blogger. I’m shocked really. But when you hear what I’ve experienced, you’ll appreciate why I didn’t want to write it … Continue reading →

Oh golly, I didn’t mean to let so much time go by. Where has this month gone? How can you keep track of my ideas, when I don’t complete my thoughts? Silly me. I ended the last post with a … Continue reading →

Could we who practice Ecstatic Wisdom Postures be the imaginal cells of cultural transformation? Imaginal cells – have you heard of them? I attended an Earth and Spirit conference in Oregon in 1989 and heard the biologist, Elizabet Sahtouris speak. … Continue reading →

A day later than I promised, but I did it. I painted my dream and now I’ll tell its story. For years – and years – I’ve been writing a book. I might call it, “ Memoirs of an Urban … Continue reading →

I am flooded with information, new connections and ideas. The internet is my athanor, the alchemical furnace that supports transformation. Everything, including this rainy day, conspires to make me feel like jumping out of my skin with excitement for this … Continue reading →

Inspired by my new found love of painting BIG with poster paints, clunky brushes and beginner’s mind, I introduced a small group of women to large blank pieces of paper taped onto cardboard spread on the grass. I shared a … Continue reading →