Once upon a time, there were three bear adventures and a lot of magic…

Once upon a time, I was terrified of bears.  Actually as a kid, I was pretty terrified of a lot of things. Bears ransacking our campsite didn’t help. And my two older brothers, who delighted in terrifying me even more with horror stories, finally left me anxious camping and absolutely refusing to camp in obvious bear country like Jasper National Park.  Ever. Again.

And then one day, many years ago, I took my daughters (at age 4 and 7-ish) to the Shuswap Narrows camping by boat access only. Back then it was still ‘wilderness’.. only the occasional private houseboat, and the adventurous boat campers.  Yes, brave for a bear phobic woman… but it’s too amazing at the Narrows not to go.

I won’t make this first bear story a long story.. although it is long and the telling, I think, is entertaining.. but that’s just me.  This post will be long enough without all the details! Ha.  But you see, I need to feel brave right now.. and, like magic,  today a bear helped me.  First, though.. the first bear who changed my life:

Suffice to say, we arrived at the Narrows, set up tent, and went for a walk. My daughter Megan said, “Oh look, Mommy, a bear!”  and there, 20 feet away, sat a giant Grizzly.  Sitting, she was about half the size of the outhouse beside her.

I said to Megan, “Take your sister’s hand, walk down to the beach. Walk right into the houseboat that is on the beach. And wait until I get there.”  ( I knew there would be people to look after them!)  Megan and Courtney did exactly that, bless their sweet selves. Even Frosti the dog went with them, apparently unaware of a bear in her midst.

I stood still.  I was not afraid: ‘Mommy protective instinct’ was in full force. If the bear was going to attack, it could attack me, but not my children.

The Grizzly walked towards me, and still I wasn’t afraid. As she came to the path, she simply crossed it.. looking at me calmly.  Her fur swayed golden as it caught the light through the trees, and I thought she was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen.  Surreal. Awe Inspiring… as I felt a bond of motherhood between us.

As it happened,  she was the first Grizzly to be spotted in that area in 10 years. I felt honoured.

A few years later I was sitting on my sundeck at home asking myself, “When did you stop being afraid?  When did you stop worrying so much? When did you get brave?”   (Having lost my Mom when I was  9, and my brother when I was 26 had simply fueled the excessive fears I already had)

And it struck me that so much fear left me the day I encountered my Grizzly.  Besides the fact that she didn’t kill me, I’d realized that all of my years of fear and worry about bears had been wasted “thought-energy”.. because the day I actually ran into a Grizzly turned out to be a most memorable, extraordinary and sacred experience.

That day on the sundeck I realized that my new thinking about my fear of bears, had unconsciously flowed over into the rest of my life.  Worry had faded. I was pretty brave in many aspects of my life, and it felt good. The Grizzly had given me a most empowering life changing experience.

The Bear became a sacred symbol of Motherhood, Strength and Magic.  (Okay, along with my other symbols… for those who know more of my wild and crazy story.. faeries, merlin, stars, the night sky, tall ships and a touch of pirates) It’s the Bear I wear on my finger every day.

Sooo, fast forward past other bear stories to a couple of years ago.  My daughter Megan was diagnosed with a rare ovarian cancer.  She is healthy and wonderful and well now.  At the time she went through very aggressive chemo, had some life threatening events and suffered two strokes.  Let me mention again: She is sooo well now, got married last summer.. and we all danced gloriously in celebration.

As you can imagine, during her treatments was a very difficult time. One day I sat at the top of a mountain and sent messages to the universe, the gods, the goddesses, the family on the other side, the faeries, the angels, the guides, “and all who are good and  listening whether I believe you exist or not” (Okay, I was desperate and not about to miss a single helping spirit)  to help my daughter.

As I walked the path down the mountain, I turned a corner and there was a Momma Black Bear and her two children.  My dog gently sat beside me and watched – which in itself signalled a magic moment. My hiking friends watched. And I started to cry because I knew the Bears were a sign that the Universe was listening and my daughter and  family were supported.

And now…

And now.. fast forward to yesterday.  On Wednesday, I will be having a second surgery for breast cancer.  In many ways, this was feeling easy. ’Ridiculous!’ and some “WTF’s”  yes,   yet in comparison to what Megan went through, my diagnosis seemed simple, and still does.  But results from a lumpectomy weren’t ideal and this past 10 days, as I wait for a masectomy … well, actually, I’ve kind of filled the days with beautiful things, with the help of my family and friends.. spas, hiking, paddleboarding, games, dinners, sketching, writing., even having my breasts painted by artist friends (thank you), playing with grandchildren …  I’m doing what I can to connect to energies that feed my soul, to hang onto as I heal.

A series of events evolved into my sharing what was happening on facebook, (I hadn’t intended to share.. that seemed very hard for me) and now I’m in awe .. total awe.. at the spirit lifting support from friends and family a result.  So, yes, I am feeling supported.

And it is a bit scary anyway.  But here’s one more thing for you to imagine. Imagine my awe once again, when today, a large beautiful black bear with a rich brown snout, bounced across our path.  This time, I was in my car with my 4 year old granddaughter, driving back from a hike.. that’s good because there was no houseboat to send her to.  I gasped in delight, and she gasped in delight: ” a real bear! I’ve never seen a bear in real life!”   I stopped and watched the Bear run up the mountain side, pausing, graciously to allow a photo.  I don’t know why the photo is blue tinted.. except perhaps that the spirit of my Dad happened by.  He’s always been all about ‘blue.’ I do know that the Bear was ever so kind to show up and remind me that I can be brave. But I don’t always have to be. I am supported. There is magic.

                                         And they all lived happily ever after.

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On this journey,

I will use creativity

I will use magic

I will use laughter

I will use adavan …

I will hang out in nature

But most of all, I will bask in the love and support

and wonder of those around me

For all of that, I feel blessed

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My wish is that we all start sharing our magical stories.

Perhaps you’ll recognize that a magical connection you’ve had was truly

a magical connection and not ‘just a coincidence’ and that you can let go of ‘the scientific explanation.’

Perhaps, like me, when you share the stories, it helps to bond their truth within you.

The more stories we tell, the more normal the magic of the Universe will become.

And that simply opens us up for even more.

I wish for you a safe place to share your magical stories. And if perchance this is the place, you are most welcome.

And thank you for reading ALLLL the way to here!

A pen, the back of my hand, a bookstore.. and redirecting my life.

I hadn’t gone into the bookstore with the plan of redirecting my life.  It just happened that way. One of those series of synchronistic moments that lead you to … well, in this case… not only an ‘aha’ or twelve for me, but an awesome exercise in self discovery for everyone.

My original purpose was to see if any novels leaped out at me yelling, ‘Read me! Read me!”  That helped… I had walked in with the intention of being open to noticing.

I walked past the gardening section and thought, “Wow, I don’t ever buy gardening books anymore.”  At one time it was a passion of sorts, and I do like to play in the dirt.. but I’d probably be just fine if someone else planted the dirt.  That was curious.

I could feel the little niggling naggling thoughts that have semi-consciously nagged me each spring ( ‘why don’t you put more effort into the gardens?  You used to love the gardens!”)  simply bow out graciously.  My gardening interest was no longer worthy of a new book and that’s okay.

A smile curled onto my face as I let go the nigglenaggles, and realized I was beginning an adventure in the bookstore.

And so I asked myself,

           “What no longer captures your interest?”

           “What DOES capture your interest?”

I even asked,

“What has never captured your interest?”

I wandered through the book store making a list on the back of my hand:

What books no longer capture my interest?

tournament ski boats, waterskiing,  dog training, creativity, self-development, visual art, pottery, home renovating, technology.

That’s rather curious since these things, other than the interest in dog training and home renovations, ‘define’ me.

What REALLY captures my interest and excites me?

quantum physics, science of mind, travel (as always), writing, games, hiking, camping, wilderness survival, paddleboarding, maybe kayaking,  outdoor maps, tall ships

What has never interested me?

magazines about organizing closets.  (Just in case I’ve ever felt guilty about my closets, I now know I can let it go and acknowledge it’s ‘not my thing.’)

I left the store with a new backroad hiking map book. AND a great basic guide to backpack camping. When I’m out in the woods,  which is often, I realize there’s a lot I don’t know. I was practically skipping out of the store excited about learning more.

BUT what about those things that define me?

I walked out of the store knowing, again, how important it is for me to finish my own book.. my crazy true story about creativity and life.  I don’t need to read any more books in those areas right now. I simply want to trim the current 350 pages to a more readable and concise and flowing 150.  Maybe tips from those ‘organizing closets’ magazines might be helpful. Ha!

I walked out of the store with a plan to sell my lovely and precious tournament boat.

That’s big. Trust me, this is a REALLY big decision for me. But dynamics have changed, and the bookstore adventure confirmed I’m as crazily excited about paddleboarding and other outdoor adventures as I once was as my ‘most- obsessive- and- insanely- passionate- waterskier- ever” self.

I had a bunch more discoveries.. but really, how long can a post get? The point though is that ‘what lights my fire’ is essential for me, through the ups, downs, thick and thins, crazy wonderful and crazy-making moments in life.  Sometimes we need to give ourself permission to notice that we are ever evolving and what worked in the past is allowed to shift to something new.

So.  All you need to get clear on your direction is a pen and your hand and a little visit to the bookstore.  Napkins, or even a notebook could work as well as the back of your hand.  Arrive delightfully open to discovery and armed with the three questions above.

Wishing you many aha’s as you  let go what isn’t serving you well.. and welcome what is right for you right now!  I wonder if you’ll be as surprised at the absolute clarity and as excited as I am from my discoveries!

Do What A Four Year Old does…

“Writing is important because it helps me hear
what my mind is saying.”
Evalee       Age 4

My 4 year old granddaughter said this as she ‘wrote’ lines and lines in her notebook.

She and I agreed that it would be nice also to share this drawing.

I say, Go do what a four year old does.

“Pay Now, Feel like you Failed Later”- Choosing the newsletters to unsubscribe from.

Written the end of December.. yet- not posted, because I’m imperfect and likely just forgot to press ’publish.’   It’s good to be okay with imperfect. If I let my perfectionism rule the show, I suppose I might never get anything ‘out there!”  

“Oy!” I think, as one newsletter after another pop into my inbox these last days of 2011.   They promise to have me write a best selling book in 30 days, lose weight in a week, exercise one hour a day for 90 days,  find my soul mate any minute, etc.  Kind of a “Pay Now, Feel like you Failed Later” sort of thing.

Of course, I subscribe to a variety of newsletters because it is important for me to keep up with what’s out there influencing people in self-development, writing, creativity, business, arts, parenting, spirit, life and such.

This is always the time of year when I get to unsubscribe from many.  The new year’s newsletters are so ‘telling’.  I ask, “Does this empower the individual or subtly set them up for failure?”

And how can I tell? Here’s clues I watch for…

The about-to-be-unsubscribed newsletters offer:

Explosive get extraordinary things done now if you follow their advice step by step (by step, by step, by step, by step… oh? What do you mean you have other things you need to be doing? And seriously..just try to get your money back on that guarantee of success.)

Their ‘program’ or ‘course’ or ‘service’ does not even hint at the option (written, talking and being heard, or other format of discovery) of finding your own inner answers and individual way of ‘getting there.’ (Ya, like you’re exactly like everyone else in the world, with the exact same backgrounds, minds, emotions, beliefs, limiting beliefs, responsibilities.  uh huh.) (Also, assumes you have no answers)

Implies that something is wrong with you, and they can fix you. (Sadly this is still an unfortunate ‘rule of thumb’ for most marketing campaigns.)

Says their way works for everyone. (Oh won’t you feel crappy when it fails for you?)

etc, etc. yada yada yada.

The thing is, this sort of campaigning must work to get customers.. it’s the norm.  Knock the person flat and feed their inner critic’s insistance that they are not okay, then offer a quick ‘fix’ program so they feel like they are doing something that will make them more of a worthwhile person.  Yuc. yuc. yuc. yuc.

and yuc.

I AM noticing advertising that is changing to include far more empowering statements.  That’s refreshing, don’t you think?

This quote fell out of my typing fingertips one day and I like it:

Question anything that has you thinking you are anything less than awesome.

You are amazing.. you might have moments of doubt.  Heck, we’ve been trained to doubt ourselves. But if a newsletter has you feeling like a failure… what if you just give yourself permission to unsubscribe. Kabing! Gone!

The Creative Muse Meter – where are you?

Ps.

If you are anywhere between 2 and 6, you already know you are a creative person.

If you are a 1: Bet you are busy creating your life, but perhaps showing up to ‘creativity’ (process or product) isn’t calling to you. And that’s cool.  But then,  I suspect not too many 1′s have landed on this page, anyway. And if they have, they probably are wondering how they got ‘dragged’ here.

But for the rest of you, want to scooch a little closer to the 6?

1. Awareness alone is a good start! So.. look, you’ve already taken a step!

2. Sometimes we need to give ourselves permission to show up to our creativity. To do that, you might want to find ways to truly appreciate how important the creative process is in your life:

a. External ways to find value: Do a little research, watch the Happy Movie, read or watch or listen to works by Sir Ken Robinson or Jill Badonsky.

b.Internal ways to find value: Thnk about the times you are creative.. creative thinking, creative doing, aha creative moments in conversations, etc. and ask yourself “How is that important for me?”

Yes, that creative process..it’s not just a fun little past time, my friends. It may well be your “soul feeding, finding answers, calm your stress, life is good, meditative, and oh, life is fun, too” process. How ’bout that.

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How amazing are you, anyway?

 I’m curious….what would it take for you to scooch your butt a little more to the right, a little more often? (Hint: a little thought shifting may be all that’s required)

Today I put the damper on genius…

I feel like a big corporate entity.. the difference is that I do care, but still, I put the damper on genius because I’m bigger and I could, and the safety of my home and the cost of running my home mattered more.

Brilliant little Swallow once again decided that my clothes dryer vent would be the best place for her nest. Really.. it is brilliant:  Safe from anything that can climb or leap or otherwise harm her eggs.  And warm. Imagine.. so cozy and warm when the dryer is running that she probably can go out and play, knowing her little eggs are incubating, while other moms-to-be just squat for hours on end.

Even more brilliant.. the fuller she fills the vent with twigs and string and nesty things.. the longer my dryer runs to dry my clothes and warm her babies.

Yup. And I wired it off. Chased her right out of there and attached a wire screen. We’ve been through this before. .. If I don’t realize she’s there until the nest is built, and the eggs are laid,  I leave it.  My clothes take forever to dry.  I stop running the dryer if I’m not home, just in case I’ve created some sort of fire hazard.

But this year, I heard her as she began the nest.  And big mean me told her ‘Go build a nest like a normal bird.”  That was the moment I realized I was playing the role of the ‘systems’.. corporate, government, religious, etc… that stomps on the genius of those who think differently because  1. they aren’t doing things ‘normally’ and 2. they are interefering with what matters to the organizations.

So, little bird, I am sorry. I hope you don’t get discouraged, and shut down that innovative thinking of yours. I hope you find another way to be a mommy AND get to play more often. I hope you don’t run into more people like me in the process.

Oh jeez… now I’ve written this, am I going to go take the screen off?

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There’s genius in everyone.
Find your way.
And don’t let the likes of ‘me’ (today’s me, not my everyday me!) stop you.

“Get to Do” is the New “To Do” List

Tis the Season to Audaciously Cross Things OFF the Way Too Long “To Do” List.   “Get to Do” is the New “To Do”

Step 1:  Take out the To Do List

Step 2:  Take a big breath and start crossing things off.

“I can’t do that!!” you might be thinking. Let me convince you: Your TO DO List is likely a key factor in your not getting to enjoy the season nearly as much as you could be.  The list is long. It’s overwhelming. It’s full of unrealistic expectations.  It’s in your thoughts so much that when you are doing something you enjoy, you’re thinking of the TO DO List.
So let’s turn that TO DO list into an “I GET TO DO” list.

Step 3: Across the top of the TO DO List, write: How can I make this simpler?  Heck, how can I make this fun?

Step 4:  Cross things off the list – pretend you are an editor who must trim a 500 word article to 50 words..  Your list will start to look like this:

TIPS for CROSS OFFS:

The Baking List:  Cross off all but 3 or 4 favourites.  Cross off everything that’s complicated to cook.  If tradition has you building a gingerbread house that gets thrown away at the end of the season, cross it off.  Will it still be Christmas without Russian Teacakes or fudge that you burn three times before it turns out right? Yes.

Kids’ Gift List:  Still trying to balance the number and value of gifts for your kids?  Stop. You know you love them equally. “Balancing” just costs you more and more money.  If the list is already way out of balance – so much so that one child will be sure you don’t love them at all – cross the extra gifts off the list. Put them away for a birthday or return them after Christmas.  A tip to simplify gift giving for kids: Give them one thing they think they want, one thing you know they would like, and if you love board games or movies, add that.  This could be the year that you’ve decided to reduce ‘stuff’ to help the environment.  Your kids might.. maybe.. buy into that, especially if ‘experiences’ like movies or skiing become a part of the gift giving tradition.

Gift list that has you going to 12 different stores:  Pick a theme like ‘books’ and spend a relaxing afternoon in the book store choosing a special book, magazine or journal for in-laws, parents, siblings and friends.  Or buy them movie passes… (we’re leading up to something here.)

Christmas Dinner:  Can you break tradition and make it simpler?  Premake side dishes?  Have others bring a side dish?

Events:  What events on the list make you smile and what ones feel like pressure?  Try really really hard to cross off the pressure events.  They might be events you ‘should’ attend, but remember you are trying to reduce the overwhelm.  Once you are done with all of the cross off’s, you might actually have time to do the things you’d adore doing.  Your list might start to look like this:

• More story times with the kids.
• Read a book.
• Go Tobogganing.

If New Year’s Eve is more of an ordeal than a pleasure for you, do this:

Notice how your TO DO list is turning into an I GET TO DO list? Feeling some relief?

Once you’ve gotten through the Christmas Season, you can practise the art of “I GET TO DO” even more.

Do you keep repeating New Year’s Resolutions each year because you never actually do them?  Diet, go to the gym, spend more time with hubby/wife, visit relatives more, start and finish the book you’ve always wanted to write, get a new job?   Cross ALL of them off the list.  ALL.  Create an “I GET TO DO” list of things that you’d love to do and that are do-able.

I get to: go Hiking, take bollywood dancing, go to movies, play board games.   Notice how doing those things will actually lead to goals of getting fit, spending time with hubby, and you can invite the relatives to join you for board game nights.  Perhaps they’ll invite you to the movies with the passes you gave at Christmas!

I get to: “Write for 5 minutes 3 times a week.”  It may seem your book will never get done at that rate but taking tiny, almost infinitesimal, steps is a sure cure past procrastination, overwhelm and perfectionism that prevents you from even showing up to the page.  The tiny step philosophy works for all those big goals you never get to.

About ‘Get a New Job’:  Give yourself permission to immerse in those passions on the “I Get to Do” list. It is in this space of ‘playful and fun’ that clear and empowering thoughts arrive.  Don’t be surprised if a new job opportunity or business idea pops up while you are at bollywood dance class!

One more little spirit lifting tip: For the things that really must get done, playfully say, “I get to do” instead of “I have to do.” The phrase alone lightens up even doing the dishes!

By Janet L. Whitehead © 2010

Published in Kamloops Momma Magazine   The Free Magazine for Moms.. and Dad’s too.  Dec 2010/Jan 2011 edition.  (If you’re a parent or a grandparent or have ever been a kid yourself.. this is an amazing magazine!)

Revealing my strangeness and bliss!! Pottery stories…

As I blissfully get ready for the Muse A-Fair,
I thought you might like to see my late night antics.
I’ll add photos soon.
Each pottery piece has its own story:

Once Upon A Day in Fae
an Elfin kind dreamed.. of mortals believing.

A whisper to Potter: “One shoe I’ll leave there
for one who does believe…
Our magical bond will be even stronger,
since they know that I wear the other.

There is a message written in Fae-ish on this shoe.
They tell me it’s the answer to everything,
but I can’t translate it yet.

Made in Fae
Mud by Janet L.Whitehead

Hecate

This mystical Tea Ship is named “Hecate.”
The goddess, Hecate, is  most associated with
“magic, necromancy, and crossroads.
She is more comfortable on the fringes,
straddling conventional boundaries,
and eluding definition.”

The artist was inspired to seek out
places and stories of Hecate while
travelling Turkey and Greece, having
felt a strong affinity to the mysterious Hecate.

Know that the magic of the excursion and
the artist’s lifelong connection to ships
are embodied in this Tea Ship.

Mud by Janet L.Whitehead

Bag Wagon

Possibly Potter’s favourite piece of the season…
“Get on the bag wagon of bliss” it whispers.

Porcelain with fire-on gold
Mud by Janet L.Whitehead

On Top

Carved on Pot by the Being now on top:
“Sipping tea, she thinks of me.
Her thoughts become magic.
She discovers her grandness,
And I throw Faerie Dust to celebrate.”

Stoneware with fire-on gold
Mud by Janet L.Whitehead

All stories © 2011 Janet L. Whitehead  www.musingsandmud.com

I am having so dang much fun!!!

The Porcelain Process

Porcelain clay is dissolved to a slurry in a process that takes several days. I add a unique paper to the mixture, once again dissolving and mixing over a  period of time. The clay is then poured into  thin ‘sheets’ and moisture drawn out until the ‘sheets’ are workable. Each piece is hand created, and goes through 3 or 4 firings to achieve the final outcome. During the firing process, the paper burns out of the clay, resulting in the porcelain being ‘interwoven’ with itself.  This allows the pieces to be very thin, yet very strong. I use studio made glazes as the base for each piece and fire on gold to complete the process. The “Written Script” appears on many of Janet’s works. It’s a strange thing…  she’s been ‘told’ it holds the answers to everything, but it’s rather unfortunate that so far hasn’t been able to transcribe the messages.

More about the Muse A-Fair in Kamloops BC, Dec 2 and 3rd!

The Muse A-Fair – the epitome of why I do what I do

As the 2nd Annual Muse A-Fair approaches, I thought I’d re-share this post about why the first event was so successful!

The Story of the Muse A-Fair really has become the epitome of why we, who are advocates of those wanting to live inspired lives,  do what we do.

What was it that made the Muse A-Fair such a success?  Oh there’s the obvious – people who walked into the show have never seen anything like it.  Really, when else has artwork of vaginas and altered cabbage patch dolls been combined with the teachings of a shamanic healer,  a promoter of the written word, and a most eclectic and unusual collection of visual artwork, jewellery, photography, owl pellet dissecting kits, duct tape wallets, soaps , witches wands and baked goods?

The quality of the works was top notch… I was in awe at what had been produced and at the glorious effort that went into displays.

People who came to see the event, despite the bomb threat that shut down the downtown core (we were on the edge of that shutdown) stayed and stayed and stayed.  Yes, there was so much to see and absorb.  One person left and came back, commenting she was overwhelmed with the inspiration in the space and had to take a break.

But here is the true success of the show:

When you go into a traditional art or craft show, how often do you find yourself wanting to get out of there quickly?  Traditionally, many of the vendors, although pursuing their creative endeavour, are suffering from the characteristics of the un-mused:   they are doubting themselves, comparing themselves with others, judging others, still thinking that they can only justify their creations if they sell,  are competitive with other vendors, (and can even be caught verbally disparaging them), are finding all kinds of outside people and things to blame if things aren’t going as well as they should be,  and they show up to the event in high defence mode in preparation for any rude comments that might never actually happen…..  and thus, there is an energy hovering over the show that is not all that light.

The muse a-fair, however, included people who have had coaching and/ or muse group training.  The energy of compassion and gentleness for themselves was obvious.  Their collective caring for each other literally shone.  If they found themselves comparing, or fearful, or doubting.. that was okay… they knew how to manage that.  They have Bodyguards and Spills and all the muses to call on. But more than that, they’ve bonded with their own creative soul.  So much
that may have caused doubts in the past no longer even exists.

They understand each other.  We could all laugh with each other at the sleepless nights prior to the event for those of us who create on a deadline.  It wasn’t wrong to stay up all night. It just happens to be a characteristic of some creative people.

We didn’t necessarily have high dollar sales, (although without the bomb scare I think we would have) but not one of the Muses would say this wasn’t the most awesome show ever.  They got to be in their process and they knew how brave they were to step out and share their brilliance.  They knew they had the full support of every other creative being there.

The depth of their stories were not blatantly shared, although I hope over time they feel comfortable sharing all.  There are stories of overcoming huge challenges, of moving forward despite pain, of crazy success… Observers were touched to the very depth of their soul and said so, and purchased pieces that touched their heart.   Some muses have commented that this event has been life changing.

The group of Muses of the Muse A-Fair are people who have chosen to live inspired lives.  That energy, and the collective love and support of each other is what made this event a success.  This is what people who came to see felt. This is what inspired them to stay and talk and meander and purchase and be inspired.

And this why I do what I do. That is why life coaches and creativity coaches do what we do. We are changing the energy of the world by honouring the inspired soul.

Learn more about the event and the work and inspiration of the Muses of the first ever Muse A-Fair here!   As well on my site, you can learn more about becoming a muse yourself, or even, training to be a certified creativity group leader.