New Moon, New Year, New Cycles

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  Cat Charissage, (c) 2018

Dear Friends,

A new moon, Valentine’s Day, the first day of Lent, Chinese New Year — all in these three days of Feb. 14 to 16

Ever notice how people around the world celebrate the New Year on different dates?  Lots of ways to proclaim something new.  Day One.

I’ve taken on a gentle practice of noting and doing simple ceremony on each month’s new and full moons.  Noticing the moon, feeling the passage of time, feeling the circle moving round again yet one more time, extends my mindfulness outside of my own psyche.  It’s a challenge to be aware of what is outside of and around myself without also getting caught up in the daily new cycles, overwhelmed by the same old same old of  “if it bleeds, it leads”.  There is plenty of bleeding.

Yet this, too, is true:  as our earth moves through space, we each day can see a different face of the moon.  Things change, and things return, again and again.  There are rhythmic points of newness (first sliver of moonlight after the dark of the moon) every month, and any of us can call any day our “new year”.  Day One.

What new cycle are you moving into?  What kinds of rhythms are you paying attention to these days?

This painting, acrylic on watercolor paper, is one I did two weeks ago on the Full Moon.  I was thinking of fire and passions (not necessarily romantic), of the difference between bonfires and hot coals.   Fire contained and directed can cook up the next alchemical transformation. . .

What’s being cooked up in your life?  Something new?  Something tried and true?

With much love and many blessings,

Cat

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Driven? Or Drawn?

Driven or drawn

—Cat Charissage, 2018, collage.

owl artwork from Judith Shaw; antlered woman, artist unknown

Dear Friends,

For this first New Moon in January, here is my latest piece of artwork, a collage for the new year, incorporating my word (phrase) of the year, “Driven?  or Drawn?”.  It’s to remind myself that what I LOVE, what I’m drawn to, is what I “ought” to do and to be.

For too much of my life I’ve done what I’ve thought I ought to do.  Which on its face is actually a very good plan.  Yet, as a good Catholic girl I was thoroughly indoctrinated that the very best thing that one could do is to “offer up” what you love most, to God, for the good of . . . whatever/whoever.  That is, to give up and to deny ourselves what we most want is the greatest sacrifice of all.  You know:  if you aren’t dead yet, you haven’t given enough.

I could write a book or three deconstructing that terrible, false, limiting belief.  Actually, it’s social/religious brainwashing.  Where were the ideas that we “ought” to do exactly the good that we are inspired to do?  That we are uniquely gifted with attributes where we can joyfully offer who we truly are for the betterment of ourselves AND the world as well?

Yet old ideas, especially when inculcated young, and when they have to do with being good, or are about survival, or pleasing “God”, sometimes are rooted so deeply that it seems they’ve become part of our DNA.  These are old beliefs that have harassed me for a long time.  In early December I constructed a simple ceremony, with intention, the elements, using all the senses, and also including image and writing.  It has really helped to release these final remnants.  This collage is another way to reinforce this release.

On the collage, you can just barely see a man whipping a figure (me) to “do more, do more” — it’s on the left, on top of the honeycomb, where the upside down “U” is the curled whip.  Then there’s the present figure of me (just above my photo) walking arms out toward what I love, represented by the golden sun.  The owl and the antlered (shaman) woman are the companions I choose to help me with this, based on their ancient symbolisms.  And the quote is from Rumi, the 13th century Islamic mystic who radiated love and joy.

Creating these types of simple ceremonies is also part of the work I do with others.  Feel free to contact me for more information.

May you move into the year with joy, spaciousness, and “enough”.

With much love and blessing,

Cat

Roses Falling from My Shawl

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Roses Falling from My Shawl, Cat Charissage, (c) 2017 a.r.r. acrylic on canvas

Dear Friends,

Happy New Moon, in this week of light revealing itself after such darkness —- literally in the new moon appearing, in the Winter Solstice (in the northern hemisphere),  in the lights of Christmas, and metaphorically in the sunflower of my painting as light at the center of my being, in perseverance in the darkness of depression, in hope that justice and compassion will prevail in the conflicts of our world.

I wish you could see this painting in real life.  It is full of texture:  the flowers are literally three-dimensional.  The painting references the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe,  when Juan Diego visits the bishop with the message from the Lady, and in the middle of winter, fresh red roses tumble from his tilma (poncho or shawl) —- a miracle to show the bishop that our Lady’s words are true.   If you know me, you know that I often wear shawls.  I’d love to dance under the stars with my shawl, with ease and joy.  As well, I hope that goodness and compassion come as a result of my presence, my intentions, my actions.  We rarely know of the far-reaching effects of our lives, for good or for pain, and I would hope to send ripples of joy and compassion out, without concern for knowing exactly what has come of it, without concern for gratitude or recognition.  (Well, one can hope. . . . . !)

Both sunflowers and roses have deep meanings for  me.  Both unfold petals, and seeds in the sunflowers, in beautiful patterns of universal growth:  Fibonacci sequences of beauty and practicality, “sacred geometry”.  Sunflowers are such happy flowers.  I love how they move throughout the day, following the light of the sun.  They model for me how I want to be in the world:  to be of use, as sunflowers give nourishment through their abundance of seeds, and to be of beauty and encouragement. They live and offer themselves wherever they are, whether in a backyard, a florist’s shop or a roadside ditch.  I want to be like the sunflower —- beautiful, among so many others who are beautiful; special, among so many other special individuals; ordinary, among so many other ordinary beings.

Roses speak to me of the Great Mystery of life —- mystery not as something that can never be known, that we just have to accept, but rather mystery like a rose that continually unfolds, revealing more and more complexity, and beauty, as the mystery unfolds in our hearts and lives.

And it’s the Mystery of life that is the “Beloved” of my poem below.  I don’t know what “God” is, if God “is”.  So much I don’t know. (Ask me 35 years ago and I would have had lots to say.  Now, not so much.)  But I do know there is Love, and the possibility of Love, within ourselves, able to be offered and received.

So in this season, be of good cheer, be as well as possible.  Don’t lose hope in love.

With much love and blessing,

Cat

“Roses Falling from My Shawl”

I raise my eyes to you, my Beloved.

Let me attend to you, my Love, my Life.

Let me hear your song,

O One in whom we all are,

so that every step is my path in you,

that the dance of my life reflects

your geometries of Beauty, Love.

 

Let roses fall from my shawl

to bring your fragrance into our ordinary

til “ordinary” reveals

more than enough of

whatever is needed.

 

May I follow my dance with you

so that healing, joy, goodness

are known wherever we step.

 

Let me not be distracted by other voices

nor by accolades

nor be concerned with “doing it right”

or if I’m doing “enough,”

 

but let me simply do what is mine to do,

simply be what is mine to be,

 

til following you, my Love,

patterns emerge,

Mystery unfolds,  and

seeing You, I see all.

Can you hear the angels singing. . . when you’re online?

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Bus 22.  (c) Cat Charissage, 2015 a.r.r.

Dear Friends,

I had an image today:  I saw myself as an old woman in the middle of a noisy open market, like a farmer’s market.  I felt a lot of affection for everyone there, but I also couldn’t hear myself think.  So I lovingly turned, walked away, and walked into the forest where I had a tiny cottage a la Baba Yaga.  I looked forward to getting back to the quiet, to listen to the angels singing.

I’m spending more time offline theses days, and REALLY appreciating that.  I didn’t realise how much I needed it until I’ve been listening to the silence.  Of course I’m still on the computer more than I’d like, but am slowly overcoming my FOMO (fear of missing out).  Actually, fear of missing out is only a small part of it for me — I’m interesting in a lot of things, and want to learn a lot more about those things.  And, of course, there is so much to be found of people’s writings and blogs and online courses. . .

Fortunately, Facebook doesn’t tempt me too much.  While FB is a useful tool to find people, and for me to let people know when I’ve added a new blog post, I can’t possibly keep up with my feed, so I don’t even try.  (Reminder:  if you’re one of my FB friends, please don’t assume that I know about whatever it is that you’ve been talking about in your FB posts.  I DO, though,  respond to all personal messages.)

What does tempt me is all the googling of my interests, finding the serendipitous articles that keep me clicking on the next article or video.  Following authors’ blogs is a strong temptation.  Two or four is reasonable, but not 28.  Shall I even mention Pinterest?  (No, I do not go there!!)  I can keep instagram down to a dull roar, even though I’m deeply interested in images.  Yet I’m mostly interested in how people come up with their symbolism and how they make meaning in their art, so instagram often doesn’t have enough for me.

Those of you who have been reading my posts know that I’ve been in this process of limiting my online time for a long time now, sometimes less successfully than at other times.  What has helped me put the computer world into perspective and right priority are a few questions I’ve been asking myself after a session online.    Perhaps they might be helpful to you, too:

“So, did reading that teach me anything new?”

“Did I really enjoy myself?”

“Can I even remember what I did yesterday online?”

“How much of all this has me interacting with real people in an intellectual or spiritual or friendship or serving way?”

“Am I doing anything good for anyone else by being online/reading this/commenting on this?”

“Do I understand anything more deeply as a result of reading/watching this?”

“Would this time perhaps have been better used in reading this author’s books where she has developed her ideas more deeply than here in this article?”

As a result of these questions, I’m realising that at least for right now, I know what I want and need to know for what I want to learn and to do next.

May you find peace and balance in your relationship with all that clamors around you.  May you hear the angels (as well as the mermaids) singing.  Happy new moon!

With much love and blessing,

Cat

What is mine, what is not mine; or, Discernment 3000.

20171001_171124Dear Friends,

There is so much going on at this time of the New Moon.  There are so many crises needing our attention and our material help.  So many issues need to be addressed to stop the ongoing crises that they engender.

It’s enough to drive a person to Pinterest (crack for artists). . . .  or cute cat photos.

Actually, my favorite distraction is reading yet another book (no, not simply a 5 page article, but a 300 page BOOK —- my latest is Work Clean) on organizing oneself, on getting things done efficiently AND effectively.  Most of the time I even convince myself that I’m learning something new and important that WILL make me more efficient AND effective in all that I choose to be/do.

I remember as a young woman hearing about a community or societal need, and having the time, energy, and usually even the resources to help.  Needless to say, that was before the internet and 24/7 news, and before I understood most of the underlying issues that cause such tragedies.  Now, there is so much begging for our attention and help that I don’t even have the time to figure out what I can really do something about and what I am powerless to influence, much less which is the genuine news and which are distractions, “false-flags”, or fake news.  Remember, Facebook and many, many, many others spend lots of money figuring out how to grab our eyeballs and focus our attention on their agendas.

Oh, you feel that way, too?  Well, I’m not sure I can offer any real help —- though if you need help organizing your daytimer, I sure can offer a lot of advice!

What I do know, though, is that silence and “non-thinking” time is the greatest investment I can make in taking responsibility for my human life and energies — gifts, skills, and limitations, all.  It often feels as though I simply don’t have time for that “luxury”, but when I start getting annoyed that Jesus in the Christian gospels took time away from the crowds, or “wasted” a whole night praying when there were so many people to heal, that’s my clue that I’d REALLY better step away from the computer and all my “good things to do that can help”.  Time to step away from the frenzy.

Let’s not even ponder the hopefulness and the hubris that I, one person, can even make an appreciable difference for the good.

One of the things I do ponder, though, is why it is so hard to follow my own advice, to do what it is that I really know helps.  Why do I still get pulled off center?   I’ve known this wisdom for at least 35 years, yet I can still get sucked into frantic action, or at least frantic worry.  I deeply resent the time I need to sleep and the time it takes for me to attend to my health issues, the household chores and the cooking, even washing my paintbrushes (when I allow myself the “luxury” of creating art).  Objectively speaking, I’m doing pretty well —- I waste very little time, and the things I spend time on ARE really “my” things to do, the best use of my time and energy.  But still. . . .

Do you ever get really tired of your own issues?

Well, here, breathe.  In a moment of grace remember that reality is what it is:  we are limited, we are imperfect, and we are also endearing and beautiful and powerful.  So much is out of our control, be it a Type A personality and health challenges, the psychologists hired to figure out how to distract us (the better for corporations to control us), or (twisted) religious teachings that urge us to give, like Jesus, unto death, because if you’re still alive, you haven’t given enough.

Yet, we are also enough.  Love:  yourself and those within your reach.  Love with your actions, and love with your thoughts, prayers, and intentions.  And do whatever you need to do to remember this.

I’m going to go color a mandala and write in my journal now.  (Andrew calls it my “superconscious life”.)  What are YOU going to do, or not do, now?

With much love and many blessings,

Cat

 

 

Mother of Hope in interesting times

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(c) Cat Charissage, 2017, a.r.r.

 

Hello dear Friends,

Many blessings to you in this season of new beginnings:  the new moon, the beginning of fall (here in the northern hemisphere) on Friday’s Equinox, and the beginning of my Story Circles and fall activities.  My dreams are all pointing to my wanting something new, a new beginning of some sort.  Yours too?

With all that is going on around us on our dear earth, we seem to be living that old curse that intones “May you live in interesting times!”  In the midst of all, there is something small in me that holds an unreasonable hope.  Here in this painting I wanted to create an image of this hope in the midst of where you might least expect it to come from:  from the parts of the world, and of our own consciousnesses, that seem dispensable to those in arrogant power.  What are we taught to fear that might hold a new promise? In the painting is a small book —- remember the power of education, of reflection, of creating our own journals of thoughts, ideas, poetry.

Last week my Story Circle “A Poet’s Words” began.  Everyone was so enthusiastic and so open — it gives me hope that we can save what it is we love so deeply.  I facilitated the first meeting, sharing the poetry of Rumi and my love for the comfort, surprise, and challenge his words give me.

Here are a few lines I’m thinking of today:

“Move from within.

Don’t move the way that fear wants you to.

Begin a foolish project.

Noah did.”

or

“Run from what’s comfortable.

Forget safety,

Live where you fear to live.

Destroy your reputation.

Be notorious.

BE NOTORIOUS. [emphasis mine]

I have tried prudent planning

long enough.  From now on,

I’ll be mad.”

Over the next few blog posts, I’ll share more of my favorite lines from Rumi, and a little about his life and times.  Did you know that for him, poetry was just part of the way he communicated with his students?  He didn’t retreat to a private room to write his lines, revising them until “perfect”.  He formulated his lines as he taught, and in the last 12 years of his life, the translator/interpreter Coleman Barks estimates that Rumi created 12 to 14 poems A DAY that his followers would write down as he spoke.    Think of the abundance of creativity available to him!  Might we be capable of that — or at least more than what we currently access?

I closed the Story Circle with this question:  “Why am I, a post Catholic, interspiritual, nonviolent feminist of the 21st century teaching about an Afghan/Turkish Muslim male of 800 years ago?  Because we can learn from surprising sources, and because I always want to challenge the stereotypes handed on to me.  Have you ever had the experience of learning something very valuable from a surprising source?  Have you ever had your stereotypes, or your culture’s stereotypes, blown open?”

Maybe our “interesting times” hold new hope, if we can access our creativity.  “Reasonable” doesn’t always get us where we need to go.

With much love and many blessings I will close with another line from Rumi:

“You were born with wings.  Why prefer to crawl through life?”

Cat

Our Lady of Compassion

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(c) Cat Charissage, 2017, a.r.r.

Dear Friends,

Greetings on this September Full Moon.  Now that the fall season has started, I intend to return to blogging regularly on the full and new moons.

Here is my most recent painting, the archetype of compassion.  There is much in the world right now that is tragic, from the rise of white supremacy groups and the immigration policies of the United States, to Hurricanes Harvey and Irma and the many wildfires in the west of Canada and the United States.  Those are just in my continent; many in the world have huge challenges around them.  And many of us have huge challenges within us, of heartbreak, trauma, and physical, psychological, or spiritual pain.

At previous times in my life I was quite active in small-p politics, working for the causes I believe in.  More recently my work is quieter, including this painting and writing and working with small groups and individuals.  I often wonder what might be the best response to the tragic.  Anger energizes, resistance with others brings solidarity.   Yet always, the best response is love, and compassion.  Compassion comes from the Latin, “to suffer with”, and I think that true loving compassion comes not when we feel sorry for, or pity others, but when something in their suffering touches our own hearts where we, too, have known pain.

For almost a thousand years, the Black Madonna of Christianity, in her hundreds and hundreds of forms, has stood witness to the suffering of humanity and our earth.  She knows the dark, knows our pain, and is with us in the tragic.  She holds the idea, the possibility, of the deep compassion that is possible within us as human beings.  The energy of compassion, the archetype of compassion, is huge, dynamic, almost more than we can understand.  To love is never all sunshine and lollipops.  Roses also have thorns, and are often the color of blood.  What makes them grow is bone meal.  Blood, and bones, then the possibility of beauty coming from what has been broken.

My lady wears the colors of alchemy, the black, white, yellow and red of transformation —- the spiritual journey of our souls and psyche.  The old alchemists’ attempts to transform lead into gold is, symbolically, our own attempts to bring something beautiful, whole, and precious out of something common, dull, and harmful. Lead poisons.  Gold is the sun of photosynthesis, of life.

When I paint faces, I only have partial control of their expressions.  Here, this lady, appeared almost fully formed — turning toward us with such love and acceptance, inviting us to come to her.  Yet she knows the tragic.  She knows the suffering, has lived it.

May we all, with the help of deep compassion, alchemize the suffering within and around us into healing, wholeness, an beauty.

With much love and many blessings,

Cat

Turning the Season: Fall 2017 Offerings

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“What kind of a creator are you?” (c) Cat Charissage, 2017, a.r.r.

Hello dear Friends,

While I know that many of you do not live close enough to attend my workshops here in southern Alberta, I thought I’d share my fall plans.  If you are interested, any of these offerings can also be done individually, online through video calling.

My work is exploring the expressive arts of painting and writing in the service of Soulwork and exploring life’s Depth Dimensions.  More details of all events can be found in the attached brochure, or contact me at catcharissage@gmail.com.

There will be three year-long Story Circles, each meeting once a month on a Wednesday from 7 – 9:30 p.m.  On the second Wednesdays of each month from September through June it will be  A Poet’s Words, where each participant will share poetry we love and respond to writing prompts inspired by the poets.  On the third Wednesdays, it will be Wonderings about Dreams.  This group will explore night dreams AND daydreams, looking into our personal imagery for insight and guidance.  The LAST Wednesdays of the month will be on Mother Night, exploring this cd program from Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes.  (NOTE:  This Mother Night group is full and closed.  However, if there is sufficient interest, I will open up a new group.)
In these year-long Story Circles, I ask for a commitment from participants to attend all of the sessions (surprises in life permitting, of course!)  You are free to come in September or October without commitment in order  to see if the group is a good fit for you.  I have found that these small groups, ranging from 4 participants to 8, become a strong community of enquiry and support over the months, and are not conducive for new attendees in the later months.  This year, I have enough participants already in order to run all three groups, so if you are at all interested, please contact me soon to ensure a spot.
In addition to these long-term groups, I have one workshop scheduled for Saturday, Nov. 4, on Black Madonna Rising.  This day will include her images and lore plus painting our own image of her and creating a poem or prayer.  While my background is from a Catholic Christian tradition, we will be looking at the Black Madonna not only as the mother of Christ, but also as icon of wise, fierce, and compassionate womanly power, and as a form of what the Divine Feminine can look like.
Especially for those who do not enjoy evening groups, I am also offering two types of less formal gatherings each month, on a “come as you are able to” basis.  (Please RSVP to let me know you’re coming, though, to ensure space.)  On the second Friday  of each month I offer Red Thread and Tea, from 1:30 to 4:00.  Here we will use simple art processes and journal prompts to explore evocative questions, drink herbal tea, and close with a Red Thread Circle.  My intent in these circles is to foster meaningful conversations among us and support us in living reflective lives which fuel our social action for justice and compassion, however we live that out.  On the LAST Saturdays of each month I offer Open Studio, from 1:30 to 4:30.  Open Studio is a relaxed time to explore paper arts and/or painting, again in the service of reflective and intentional living.
All events take place in my studio in my north Lethbridge home.  Gatherings are small (limit of 8 persons), but relaxed and welcoming.
A 60 page Chapbook of my poetry and paintings entitled Open to Mystery is now available.  It is in the Lethbridge library for borrowing, or contact me for purchase ($15.00).
With much love and many blessings,
Cat

Cat Charissage:  Fall 2017 Offerings

Intentional Creativity and SoulWork

catcharissage@gmail.com  www.catcharissage.com

Small group and individual sessions using simple art processes and writing prompts to OPEN TO MYSTERY, EXPLORE LIFE’S DEPTH DIMENSIONS, and DEEPEN OUR FREEDOM.

NO PREVIOUS ART EXPERIENCE NEEDED, and ALL SUPPLIES INCLUDED

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(c) Cat Charissage, 2016, a.r.r.

BLACK MADONNA RISING Workshop

Saturday, Nov. 4, 2017, 1:30 – 4:30

Why are there more than 500 ancient paintings of the Blessed Mother with dark or black skin?  Who is she?  Why is her image making such a resurgence in the 21st Century?  What can she tell us about care for the earth, care for the oppressed, care for our own dark inner places?  Join me for an afternoon exploring her images and lore, instruction on painting her with acrylic on watercolor paper, and crafting a poem or prayer to her.

$65 (Pay what you can, space permitting)
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“Choose” (c) Cat Charissage, 2017, a,r.r.

RED THREAD and TEA Story Circle

Second Friday afternoons of the month, 1:30 – 4:00

Join me in conversation about life’s mysteries and callings.  Come when you can, but please RSVP.  We’ll start with tea, a simple art process and inquiry, and close with a Red Thread Circle.

Fri., Sept. 8: Can expressive arts help us live more deeply?  How?

Fri., Oct. 13: What is sufficient?  How am I full?  Too full?

Fri., Nov. 10: What energizes my commitments and causes?

Fri., Dec. 8: What can doubt teach me about faith?

By donation
 

OPEN STUDIO:  ART PLAY

Last Saturdays of each month, 1:30 – 4:30   

Sat., Sept. 30:  Creating Your Freedom Journals

Sat., Oct. 28:  Painting Your Landing Page

Sat., Nov. 25:  Simple Holiday Gifts from Paper

Sat., Dec. 30:  Circle Planning for a New Year

By donation
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“Golden Cup” (c) Cat Charissage, 2015, a.r.r.

THREE DIFFERENT YEAR-LONG STORY CIRCLES:

September through June, 2017   7:00 p.m. – 9:30 p.m.
A POET’S WORDS: 2nd Wednesdays of the month

WONDERINGS ABOUT DREAMS: 3rd Wednesdays

MOTHER NIGHT (Wolf Women): LAST Wednesdays

(for more info, please email or phone me at 403-330-9560)

Each:  $200 value (Pay what you can, space permitting)
For more information or to register, contact me at catcharissage@gmail.com
20161114_102318About me:

I am  a contemplative educator, counsellor, and artist, helping women and men navigate the Depth Dimensions of their lives through image, word, silence, and dream.  I believe that the most important work each of us can do is to live out our gifted selves fully, creatively, and freely, to make a home for all  of us, in a world which too often wounds our bodies and souls and colonizes our minds with distractions, commercialization, and other people’s agenda.  

I live in the liminal places, between the worlds where spiritual reality meets ordinary life, where word (poetry, prose) meets image (paintings, journals), where wild adventure meets chronic pain, and where prairie meets mountains in western Canada.

A student of the wisdom traditions of the world, I have a Masters in Education, 4 years’ graduate study and a B.A. in Theology, plus more than 30 years’ experience in service and education, including as counsellor and Executive Director of a sexual assault center.  Trained in post-trauma counselling and a certified Intentional Creativity Teacher and  Coach, I  have taught in university,  high school,  professional development, and privately.  I stand on the shoulders of my beloved teacher and mentor Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, author of the bestselling Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype.   I work out of my home studio in Lethbridge, Alberta, and on the internet through video calls.  A 60 page chapbook of my paintings and poetry entitled Open to Mystery is now available.

“I’m at capacity”

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work in progress, (c) Cat Charissage, all rights reserved, 2017

Dear Friends,

It’s been over a month since I’ve posted here.  I’m at capacity in my life at the moment, and haven’t had time or energy to write here.  I will return when I am a bit more rested, a bit more energetic.

This month has seen not only the great reception of my chapbook (thank you so much for the many kind comments), but my annual week-long intensive with Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes in the second year of her Heart of the Wounded Healer training.  The travel this year took more out of me than ever before  —-  but it was still well worth it.

May you be growing and blooming as the green around me is doing so here in the northern hemisphere!  May you rest as you need to, play as you long to, and contribute your unique gifts in deeply meaningful ways!  And may I do so as well!

Until later, much love,

Cat

My new Chapbook!

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Dear Friends,

On this New Moon, a new offering:  I’m so pleased to announce that I have published a 60 page chapbook of my poetry and photographs of my paintings!  This has been a labour of love, and it feels wonderful to have a cluster of my work all in one place.  Not all of my poetry or paintings are in the chapbook of course.   And even if no one were to ever look at or read this little book, it has been a real affirmation to me of my artistic expression of the last four years.

The poetry is written both in my own voice, and in the voice of my inner wise woman or of the Sacred.  They’re all about wanting to live a life of depth, integrity, and fidelity to gifts or talents that can help the world to become kinder and more just.

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Listen:

“Life is the invitation to the portal

where we transform our

coal into diamonds,

where we recognize

the truth of all symbols to

throw us back together

into ourselves

and our wisdom.”

And I move into a truth that can only be known

by seeing all sides

with compassion —

including my own limited, bounded self in this limited, aching body.”

“Yes, it is possible to live creatively and sustainably, with grace and joy!

What grows the soul, do this,

and what makes dear body thrive, do that.

To nurture an inner life is your political act now.

Defending the depth dimensions,

your wisdom becomes gift.”

If you’re interested in a copy, I’m selling them basically at cost for $15.00, shipping included.  Of course, if you are able and wanting to support my work so that I can continue to offer Story Circles and workshops on a “pay what you can” basis, I would use your contributions with integrity, and gratitude.  Email me, and I will send you a Paypal invoice which you can pay with credit card.  I will send your copy on the day I receive payment.   http://www.catcharissage.com

Of course, my paintings and poetry are also available right here on my blog.

Thank you so much for your faith and encouragement in the past few years.  May we all blossom forth to be what this world is so hungry for:  love, beauty, kindness, justice.

With much love,

Cat