Einstein Saturday

All the days leading up to the art show, I kept telling myself about all the stuff I would do once it was over. I kept remembering SARK saying not to get so wrapped up in your passion that you forget to live your life. My yard and garden had become a mess. None of my other projects were getting worked on. I was consumed with getting ready for the show.

So the show happened and was lovely and all that and I took a day off to recover and recuperate and made the decision to do another show in barely over a week. Which means I'm looking at another rapidly approaching deadline and a big push to concentrate on painting and getting ready. That's not a bad thing, right - I mean this is my favorite thing to do so it's not like it's hard. But, my other favorite thing to do is work in my yard and I had really been looking forward to a couple days of getting my feet dirty and finding my green thumbs.

Fortunately I remembered what Gay Hendricks had written in The Big Leap about living in "Einstein Time." Not the Newtonian version where time exists out there and is something that I am constantly fighting with and not having enough of.  But, rather, where time is completely relative to me and exists only where I am so in essence is being created by me. If time is created by me, then I will never run out of it and can simply decide to create more of it.

Armed with this vague and murky knowledge, I sat down and made a ginormous to do list this morning. It included all the gardening and all the cleaning and all the painting and prep work I needed to do in a perfect world where there is always more than enough time to do everything I want to do. This ended up being one of those epic lists that span 2 to 3 notebook pages. I generally only get to the end of the first page on any given day and end up remaking the list the next day.

But this time as I started out hauling mulch bags and cutting back grape vines and pulling weeds in the cool of the morning, I imagined time actually spiraling out of me as I worked. I thought about creating and birthing time itself and imagined myself in my own little bubble of minutes and hours that existed only for my use - completely separate from the clock the rest of the world was running on.

I probably don't have to tell you that I got almost to the end of my ginormous to do list. I worked barefoot in the yard for hours, set up and organized my studio for hours, got out the skill saw and cut up boards for hours, cleaned house for hours - and managed to stay hydrated and full of super foods all day long. I'm looking at this list now, with all its items scribbled out and I cannot believe I did all of these things today. In one day. In 16 hours.

I'm looking forward to another day of Einstein time tomorrow. And all week long as I prepare for this weekend's craft fair, and spend time in my garden, and clean my house and spend time with friends, and work out at the gym, and practice extreme self-care while working my ass off.

I wonder if Einstein ever wore Red?

If it's all Red, that means Time is too....

In Grace,

Kell

Kelli asked me on Facebook today how I was doing and I replied that I'm totally hagging it out. This is what a deva does when she is in total self-care mode and doesn't give a damn what she looks like. But hag is one of those cool words that I'm reclaiming. Yes, my hair is sticking out all over and I'm still in yesterday's underwear. But the original hag was not just the toothless, hunchback who could give you the evil eye or brew a potion to send you into endless sleep, (doesn't sound so bad today!) she was the wise woman who lived deep in the forest to be close to the trees, the herbs and the energy that made "magic" in people's lives. Much like "crone" I'm taking back my right to be a hag. Today I am resting and cleaning up after my big adventure, and yes....magically preparing for my next one!

I had a sign at Cracked Pots that didn't sell - but it got a lot of attention! "Future Crone" was noticed by every woman over the age of 40 who all chuckled and said "I'm already there!" Really? You're already the wisest woman you know? The woman who is so full of inner peace, power and joy that she no longer needs to care one whit what anyone else thinks. The silvery haired shaman, the medicine healer, the gatherer of herbs and the brewer of potions, the writer of "spells" that people could take home, repeat over and over and have come into being. The one people went to when they wanted answers. The one who looked them straight in the eye and told them exactly what they needed but didn't want to hear. She is where I want to go, but I hope I don't ever get there and go "Oh I can stop growing now, I've arrived!"

I understand that people just didn't get it. My Aunt Mary asked me to explain it to her and when I told her the original definition she asked "How come I didn't know that? How did it become just an ugly old woman who is doubled over in pain?" I replied that it was not by accident that she didn't know and that the reason is that if she knew she could become that, she would be powerful and dangerous and the patriarchy could not contain her! And so it is with words like hag and crone and witch and cunt. They've been made awful and dirty and something you would never want to be. I think Future Crone is going to get hung over the Red workbench in my studio.

Anyway, Cracked Pots....lovely Cracked Pots. My first ever show as a real live artist was such a delightful success!  Every one's first question is always "Did you make any money?" Like that's the only measure of success. Well, I'm happy to say that on May 1st, I started keeping track of business expenses and revenues. As of today, I have officially broken even and made my first $25 of actual profit! More importantly, being in that beautiful garden under a giant Maple tree and surrounded by people who create things was a thrill unto itself. I made friends, hundreds of contacts and can now say, officially, with proof, that I am an artist.

Just ask Jacqui and Meribeth who told me I inspire them. They brought their "Gratitude" sign back the next day so I could sign it for them. Ask the 15 year old girl who walked by my spot and then stopped and screamed, "Oh my god! I have to have that! Mom! You have no idea! I need that! I'm not leaving until I have that!" It was "The Journey is the Goal" and whatever it means to her today, I hope she never forgets it. Ask Greta who chatted with me for a half-hour both days. Who "got" every single sign on display and finally ended up with "Act As If" on an old drawer front. Ask Judy who bought "Grace." She has a kidney that a friend gave her 3 years ago. She named it Gracie. She fought back tears as she told me the story. She definitely knows what Grace is. There was the woman who bought "My Cup Runneth Over" for her mom. The story is that immediately after giving birth, her mom whispered those words to her tiny infant.

I love that "Jesus Saves, I Recycle" went home with 5 different people. That two different women bought "Follow Your Passions, They Know The Way" because they knew they needed to see it on a daily basis. I told them both, "They really do know the way; I know this because I'm standing here." I loved the couple that bought "Move Along, these are not the druids you're looking for" for their Star Wars shrine.

Can you tell I had fun? I even had fun staying up 'til 3 a.m. to make more signs to sell on Wednesday. Every sign I made in the wee hours sold and it was a lesson in how fast I can actually crank things out when I want to.

Mostly it was surreal - like I couldn't believe it was me standing there and people were saying how cool it was. I felt like Sally Field..."You like me, you really like me!" I don't know which is more delicious, that I sold 25 signs or that something that came out of me touched someone else' life. There's this whole other wow factor going on around that.

So, today I am hagging it out. Recovering from the lack of sleep and riding the high into tomorrow. I'm reveling in the shimmery energy and the realization that public success involves personal accountability. But, I don't have to know the next step or the how right now. My wild donkey is taking me to new exciting places. I'm just along for the ride.

It's A Rainbow of Reds!

In Grace,

Kell

Long Island Ice Tea and Birthday Cake

My life is perfect. Well, I spend a great deal of time worrying and whining about all the shit that isn't perfect in my life but right now, in this moment. This perfect moment - my life is perfect. I'm sitting on my back deck smack in between the two display sets for Cracked Pots I've been playing with. I'm drinking long island iced tea from a grown up sippy cup (both the liit mix and the cup were a gift for my 40th b'day - I use the cup all the time but am finally breaking out the mixer. I haven't had this in years, it reminds me of college and Thursday nights at Omar's.) There's a votive from my favorite candle makers - Tyler Candle Company - in Birthday Cake flavor. It's a little sickeningly sweet but it's diffusing nicely in the open air.

It's been a great working weekend. I've been kind of in awe of it actually. I actually gave up a family camping trip and turned down a few other choices in lieu of "working" like crazy to get ready for the show. I painted and lettered and painted some more. I slapped primer and gesso on cut up paper bags and then cut out squares and wrote stories for each one of the pieces going to the show with me. I cut a plastic grocery bag into ribbons and attached the story tags to each piece. I took new pictures of every single piece for the special orders album I'm making - did I mention that I painted and lettered and painted some more?

And all the while I kept thinking, "This is suppose to be hard, I'm suppose to be frantic!" And while there is a sense of urgency and deadliney-ness, I'm mostly in awe of the fact that this is my job. Doing what I love most in the whole world is my job.

And another awe inspiring thing is that when you're truly having fun, time doesn't always fly. It seems to come out of me, from that creative place that all things come from - that place where there is always enough of everything, including time. Because not only did I work, but I watched Bay play baseball. I shopped for a phone for my husband and a game system for Gav. I went out for drinks with Kelli last night, and today had nice talks on the studio couch with my sweetheart - and now here I am Relaxing and doing what people are suppose to do with a gorgeous summer evening.

In The Big Leap, Gay Hendricks talks about how time expands when we are in our Zone of Genius. I guess I experienced that this weekend and well, I keep saying it, but, wow - it was awesome. And I don't mean it in that 80's flippant valley girl sort of way.

You know all the times I've said that in order to do the thing, you have to be the person who does the thing? This weekend felt like that. Like I was not just doing stuff to get ready for this show so that I could be/do/have whatever it is I want. I felt like I was being the Graceful Deva. And it felt good.

So, whatever it is you want to be/do/have - start being it now. Right now. In this moment. This perfect beautiful gorgeous moment.  I'm raising my grown up sippy cup to your being-ness. Cheers to how Red it all is.

In Grace,

Kell