Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Colors to Come

 

 

 


I have started to do Christmas paintings already.  That is one way to get color into my life.  I am planning for company.  Oh, I cannot tell you how that makes my heart happy.  As I said in an earlier blog, I have two exciting things happening before the end of this year.  I have my November 11th flowers and decorations up, to honor my brothers and my sons who have chosen the life of a soldier, and those who lost their lives.  It is a quiet kind of honor.  But the burst of poppies looks lovely against the lace tablecloth on my dining room table.  


 


 

 

The most touching photo I have of my son as a soldier is when he was arriving home from Afghanistan and little Teo holding his hand.  Colors of November for me.

 


I am going to have my granddaughter help me put up the Christmas tree and decorations while she is here.  Yes yes, the house will be filled with color.  I will probably have her use the same decorations as last year.

 There are things to look forward to, and lights and color does it for me.

©Carol Desjarlais 3.11.20

*******This painting is done on an old barn wood block.

 

Monday, November 2, 2020

Coping With Color

 

 


 

We are not meant to socially and physically distance for such a long time.  Our basic instincts as human beings mean that we are social beings.  And, we are not conditioned to trust the way we are being asked to trust now, in that we are blindly trusting that everyone is keeping everyone else safe.  We hear of parties all over and people are gathering, and our Ego begins to feel left out.  But this is life or death to so many. Ten youth were exposed, right here in our little town next door, Friday night.  And, we have felt so safe here with no outbreaks at all.  But here it is! We are meant to huddle together when in danger.  And, we were not meant to do this for so long, and changes have worn us down.  There are fears and distrust now.  Big time!  How long can we sustain this?

 I find it getting difficult to keep from being bored with myself.  I am finding it hard to have hope for many things.  So, I have done something about it.  My daughter is coming for a week’s reprieve, herself, and I am sooo looking forward to it.  As well, I have invited two brothers for Christmas.  One lost his wife earlier this year and the other is single and always spent Christmas with them.  Now I am super excited about two things.  My daughter has put up her Christmas lights early, this year.  I am going to start doing the same.  I think I will have Christmas early with my daughter.  Wouldn’t that be fun?  PJ is spending Christmas with her father so my daughter, depending on the weather in the passes, might come out for Christmas too, but this would be an excuse for PJ to have Christmas with us., early.  Oh, I am on a roll now.  I usually wait until after November 11th to decorate for Christmas. so, there I go.  That will keep my spirits up.

A we muddle through all this change, I find it may seem like low level stressors, but, in reality, it is huge.  There are so many restrictions and I have lost trust in others to keep me and mine safe.  Fight or Flight responses were not meant to be kept going over long periods of time.  It has been nine months.  There is a silent killer amongst us and, of course, the psyche is on alert.  It is leading to burn-out with so many.  Me included!

There are times I feel an inner resentment.  There are times that I have no motivation.  In fact, I spent the day doing nothing but dinner yesterday, because I stayed curled up with a blanket all day watching Netflix.  I had been out in the weather for five hours all Saturday, and \i was chilled to the bone and weary.  I try not to focus on what I cannot do and find ways to replace what \i usually do with other things.  I am grateful for our two friends who are definitely social distancing (her mother is in a senior’s home, 96 years old, and very vulnerable).  We get together every three evenings, or so, and play cards and have a few hours of respite from trying to din things to occupy ourselves with. 

Winter is looming before us and I need color.  I need adventure.  I need some exciting things to happen and so I am creating that in my life in safe ways.  It all feels so random, though.  With the new spikes, and high spikes at that, we are in this for a long while.  So many of us are exhausted already.  Color.  I need color and festivities of some kind.

How about you?  How are you coping and what are you doing to cope?

©Carol Desjarlais 2.11.20

 

Sunday, November 1, 2020

Angels, Goddesses, Messengers

 

 


 

As the New Age progresses, there are growing numbers off New Agers who gather up the things that fit their soul and discard that which does not.  The New Age began in the USA as mostly women found a type of collective consciousness that does not rebel against organized religions, but began to take those parts of their childhood religious upbringing and gathered with others who were finding a new way to express their spirituality. They began to feel more empowered than most religions ‘allowed’ for women to be.  There became a wave of women, and then men, who joined them, who gathered in astrology, numerology, tarot reading, ceremonies, etc., that fit their need for spirituality that empowered rather than judged and was inclusive not divisive.  They were tired of their spirituality being burdened with the ‘sins of Eve’ Patriarchal religions.  New Agers tend to follow the ideology that all things in the Universe are one, that all things have spirit, and that everything in creation has divinity already and should be honored and respected as such.  They, as well, see the world as a Mother and seek the feminine in all things soulful and spiritual.   In the art world, you begin to see more and more angels in the artwork, that are feminine, for example, rather than angels/messengers as male.  Feminine angels, and the assimilation of angels as goddesses, began to show up in art of those with New Age beliefs.

Most New Agers tend to see angels/goddesses as energy.  And that energy is seen, for many New Agers, as healing energy that can be called on to help with body, mind, heart and soul comfort and compassion, as guides, as symbolic Mother/Grandmothers, for help in dealing with feminine life.    Some do not see angels as having wings, but see them a moving faster than the speed of light so light flow behind them and can be thought of as wings.  Many artists begin paintings and artistic expression of what others may call angels as goddesses, only, not labeling them as angels but symbolically they are a type of angels. 

Once, angels were always male.  Back in ancient times, birds were seen as messengers, and this is seen from Ancient Greece and Rome.  I would suppose our earliest humans saw birds as soaring closest to Creator and had some kind of message to bring to those bound to earth.   Eventually Messengers became represented as male and feathered. Christianity firmly planted male and feathered in the religion.  At the time of the Renaissance, was when male with wings showed up in art.  It evolved to where Messengers were all about light and color and the idea of angels with wings and feathers was first began with the artists, then the religions, borrowed this ideology and firmly planted this in their spiritual conditioning.   

As for me, I often will do angel art and when there are lessons being taught on artistically expressing angels, I will follow along with the teacher who might see feathery angel wings, but when doing anything ‘Spiritual Messenger’, I tend to do goddesses.  This art piece was to evoke a response from those who believe angels have wings, although, the head-wrapping is my small smile about keeping her a goddess. 

If you chose to express ‘Angel’, how would you express it?

©Carol Desjarlais 01. 11. 20