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Archive for the month “August, 2012”

Sunday musings on simple pleasures

  Happy Sunday to all…it dawned on me just how blessed this day is, and how deeply blessed I am as well.  It’s August, in Michigan, and it’s in the lower seventies…how amazing is this?!!  Windows are open, the most delicious breeze is ruffling Fitz’s hair, touching the cats that are lying here as well, and then carressing me as it gently moves thru the quiet house.

Willow is tending to me, applying ginger compresses to my chest. She is a tender caretaker for her oft times aching ( and sometimes cranky) mother.

The clouds are huge…cotton candy fluffing riding the currents above us…remember picture clouds? These are perfect today…

I communed with the canvas for several hours yesterday, and was reminded, again, how the dance with my muse is essential…it is my breath of breath, heart of hearts, and transports me to that place between here and there…

I am keeping this simple, as that is the place/space I am at in this perfect moment.

Know that I whisper and breath prayer for all those that I love,  for those I’ve not met yet, and for those that challenge me…and once uttered,  trust…

Simple peace to you this fine day,



I needed to box up my heart yesterday

 It has been a very very interesting couple of days.  I’d like to share an experience yesterday, at the vet clinic…

As I was composing myself, I became overwhelmed with the NEED to take a quick walk.  I needed air, real air…deep shuddering suck it in as far as I could, gulps of fresh air. I NEEDED movement also, as trembling pent up emotion had been threatening to erupt, and there had already been plenty of emotional upheaval, cries and tears, sobbed out and spilled forth, by staff members, for a three year old lab, named Luna. This dear, trusting, and yes, unhealthy canine, was brought in to us, for euthanasia. The distraught owner was not able to stay, so I offered to assist the doctor, and love and pet her dog as she transitioned “beyond the veil”…

I’ve done this before, many times, as love and compassion finds it way forward, sheltering my heart in the process, so as not to frighten the animal. So, taking a deep breath, meeting the doctors eyes, silent words were exchanged and we met in the exam room.  This very sweet, trusting lab mix, wiggled to greet us, thumping her tail all the while. We both sighed, saddened by what was to come.  She was given a sedative, again simply trusting…and as she began to feel the effects of the sedative, fear set in…primal….and she began to wail, and moan, and cry.  In her stupor, I could feel her questioning, and grasping and diving deep into a place of confusion. This is truely an unusual response, and it rocked us back on our heels. We stroked her, talked to her, doing what we could to reach her, and help her find her place of quiet.  It was not to be.  The panic plowed down any possible path to peaceful release.  Greg came into the room, taking it all in immediately.  He crouched down, and held her face, crooning to her, trying also to help her find a calm place. More wails, more fear…employees were at the other end of the clinic by now, behind closed doors, trying to block out her distress, as they fell into pieces.  Greg sat back, asking again how old was she, what was the situation, had they tried to find a home, had we done all we could….and then simply said, quietly, that he really shouldn’t take on another big dog…looked at me, and  I smiled gently, shrugged my shoulders, and, well, that was that…Luna ended up on the surgery table, biopsies were done, bloodwork drawn, labs sent out…gazillion fleas removed…ears cleaned (and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned)…and while she still slept, I bathed her…and loved her and…..brought her HOME…one more special needs critter to add to our pack.  I just want to say, how much I love this man, who at once, makes me crazy, stretches my patience, challenges me like I’ve never been challenged before, and then, always, continues to startle me awake…knocks on that box around my heart, loving me just as I am, and remains my sanctuary.

I’ve no idea what tomorrow will bring, or tomorrows tomorrow…so, for today, as I reflect on yesterdays turmoil and subsequent unfurling of Luna’s story, I find myself grateful…lighter…quieter….deeper….with heart wide open…

Peace and Light all thru you and around you,


Hello world…Saturday morning musings…

Storyboard 1

I believe it may have been the break in the weather that prompted and stirred me this morning.  The long draught  and  horrendous heat has been blown aside today.  I find I can breath, and even move easier.  The windchimes song is even l lighter, and bounces around in joy…so, today is a grand day to begin my blogging/musing journey.

I’ve been on the most remarkable adventure.  It began with a painting class, taught by Shiloh Sophia McCloud. Two years ago, I took a great big breath, sat up straight, and began my journey with paint and words.  It was indeed, legendary, as the name of the class promised…Leading a Legendary Life.  I danced, sobbed, laughed and cried my way thru finding more of myself. I became known as Indigo Light Weaver, the name of my incredible legendary self/muse.

I reconnected with the joy of writing and also discovered a passion for painting. Since that time, nearly two years ago, I  have completed a 9 month long class, with the same brilliant artist/teacher, and can now guide/teach others.  The painting shown here, was an experiment of sorts.  I bravely (gulp) agreed to show my paintings in an art hop this past February. I thought it would be fun to bring a blank canvas, inviting the public to “touch” it with paint, using their fingers or the brushes provided. I had so much fun, watching all of these people, approach the canvas, hesitating, and then proceed to wear their kindergarten smiles of delight. I had a marvelous tapestry to paint upon, and this is the rich and rewarding image that came forth to meet me.

I encourage all of you, who may be reading this (thank you!), to venture into creativity.


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Kendall Sarah Scott ~Artist ~ Expressive Arts

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