Where do dreams come from?

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Upon waking it’s easy to say, “Oh, that was just a dream.” We know that we are the dreamer and we are also the dream. The dream comes from us. It does not exist outside of us.

We are the dream.      
                       
In our waking lives we are the observer and everything we see and experience is also us. It is a reflection of who we are...

In the same way, what we dream and imagine for our lives shows us what we most desire to become as our soul’s greatest expression. Our dreams are messages from our soul telling us who we are meant to be and what we are meant to do in this world.

Our dreams come from the essence of who we are. When you honour your dreams you honour your Self.

What is your dream?

How will you honour your dream?

 

flowers as muse

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I’m in love with colour and all things beautiful...

 

A flower represents the very essence of beauty. 

Whether a wild flower dancing in a mountain meadow,

Or a velvety, red rose in a fragrant bouquet...

Flowers lift my spirit and make my heart sing!

 

A flower has it’s own unique character and personality,

And this is what I paint. 

It is very much like painting a figure... 

Perhaps a solitary soul bursting forth in radiant colour,

Or three sisters dancing...

There is a story in each painting.

With colour and shape the characters are created on canvas,

And the painting takes on a life of it’s own.

 

These were my thoughts when I asked myself ~ Why do I paint flowers? 

I'm so happy to be a part of the upcoming exhibition ~ Bold and Beautiful at Cityscape Gallery in North Vancouver. 

What is more beautiful than a flower?...

 

celebrating red

I like red. emerging red 30 x 36 oil on canvas

Red stands out. It is strong and definite, bold and dynamic. Red is beautiful, passionate and exciting...

The letter A is red. So is the number 5.

Red has the longest wavelength of light discernible by the human eye.

I like my red, velvet curtains and pillows...

Red houses look good against a bleak landscape, just as a red umbrella cheers up a grey, rainy day.

I remember going with my mom to buy new rain boots... I really wanted the red boots but my mom talked me into buying the shiny, black ones. She said they wouldn't show the dirt so much. I still wish I got the red ones...

Red is vibrant and playful.

I love red roses.

Healthy blood is red with iron-rich hemoglobin, carrying oxygen throughout the body.

The heart is red ~ le coeur. Courage. 

Red is the colour of love.

I like my red dress best...

My Cottage in the Woods and the Incredible Lightness of BEing

I have nothing to do today.

It's warm in my cottage and although it is quite cool out on this fall day, I have my window wide open. All I can hear is the babbling brook rushing though my little clearing in the woods... And from where I sit, all I can see are branches weaving back and forth with tiny hints of blue sky peeking through... I feel nurtured here, nestled in the woods, and the rest of the world seems very far away.

It is timeless and peaceful and so necessary for my being.