Re-calibrating

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Life is complicated right now. On all fronts.

There are days when I feel the world is spinning too fast, the disasters are coming too often, and the global problems are just too overwhelming.

I’m just one old crone, with few resources, depleted energy, a hitch in my gitty-up, and so little power in the grand scheme of things.

It can be daunting and depressing.

But then my inner child awakens and offers a handful of scraggly daisies and a big grin and says, “please come out and play with me” and I go, often muttering under my breath that I don’t have time, there are too many things on the “to do” list, and there are so many “serious” things to attend to.

But if i spend time comforting my inner child with small gifts of joy and tiny moments of wonder, I am rewarded with delight and a brief respite from despair.

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If I turn off all the electronics, unplug the phone & computer, beg out of all the obligations in my day planner, and quietly slip into a day of pure peace, punctuated with creativity, gardening, reading, dancing, and eating a whole basket of strawberries with melted chocolate, I am made whole again.

In short…I’m dedicated to a new life philosophy…

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and I have a new plan for my life…

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You see, living with a loved one who is very ill can either be a heart-breaking, life-devouring, soul-eating chore…or…it can be a great life lesson, learned anew each day, about making whatever life we have left as beautiful as we can. My Sweetheart has taught me that as he struggles to “live” with a life-threatening illness. 

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I am a worrier, a planner, an over-committed, under-staffed, highly achieving human being, always driven to do and be and achieve MORE. I’ve never learned to coast…I’m always pumping uphill, often in a gale. But, in order to be present and loving and patient and kind in the face of the threat of losing my amazing life-partner, I have had to slow down, divert energies, adjust expectations, and let some things go. I am learning to re-calibrate.

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Sometimes it’s danged hard.

I have dreams and wishes and goals that I want to see come to fruition.

I have projects and adventures I still want to experience.

But I have come to know that all I can do is the best I can.

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So, if I could pass on a little snippet of what I’ve come to understand it would be this:

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Giving yourself permission to just live and love and be grateful can be so rewarding.

Go find your inner child and be prepared to drop everything to rejoice with her.

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Stop waiting for the sky to open, your problems to vanish, the world to get better…

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I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy! I’m not saying it’s gonna be perfect. I’m just saying…

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Re-calibrate your life–throw out what no longer works for you or gives you pleasure or fills your heart with gratitude & wonder. Go eat a basket of strawberries with melted chocolate!

And remember, The Creative Cottage is a place to play, laugh, create, share, and delight your inner child…come on over…and bring some strawberries!

Wishing You Love & LIFE!

Kaitlin

Mistress of Merriment

© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

Images with thanks from Pinterest.

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SWIMMING UPSTREAM

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Our Cottage tribe has suffered many losses in the last few weeks–beautiful people called home unexpectantly, dreams dashed by reality, things breaking down and falling apart, and many tangled emotional muddles of one sort or another. The raging wild fires, spewing volcanoes, massive earthquakes, and divisive politics of our time all adding their own terror and pain to the world.

But the Cottage is our refuge, our solace, our heart-safe-place.  We meet there to make art that heals, to share talk that heals, and to exchange stories that heal. We meet there to join forces, to bolster our spirits, and to remind eachother that there is joy and laughter and friendship still in this world. 

We stick together. We ease, comfort, and uplift each other. We talk it out. We hug it out. We know when to be quiet and when to offer insight. Sometimes we just sit in circle, silent, sharing, crying, and remembering. We support eachother’s causes, buy tickets to eachother’s events, show up with food or sympathy or just plain sillinesss when appropriate…but always with love and sisterhood.

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We remind eachother that…

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We support eachother’s need to just take a breath, opt out for a spell on the sidelines, and return when we have renourished, rehydrated, and repaired ourselves. 

I keep the Cottage rent paid, the doormat swept, the coffee on, the glue and paint and scissors and art supplies stocked. You come when you can, with snacks and supplies to share, with broken hearts or exaltant news, with laughter or tears, and we spend happy hours safe, free, supported, and loved together. We give eachother permission..

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There are gifts in getting older. As I hobble toward my 72nd birthday, I think I’ve finally begun to “get it” (better late than never!)…life is short, love is long,  we waste soooo much precious time and energy on stupid stuff.

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You remind me (in the middle of all the good advice I give you!) that I have my own work to do, my own heartbreak’s to attend to, and my own fragile health & spirit to protect. You give me permission to prioritize myself when I need to.

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Though it is often a fierce swim upstream, in a strong current, in polluted waters, against impossible odds, I am determined to keep going, to carry the message we all need to hear…

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You help me spread the love–hold up the banner–walk the talk. You help me remember the rainbow at the end of the storm, the love that lingers after the loss, and the simple gifts of friendship in the isolation of grief…

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May we always help eachother swim upstream!

With Much Love,

Kaitlin

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Fierce Optimism

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This has always been my philosophy.

Like you, I’ve dealt with many hard things in my life. I’ve suffered many setbacks. I’ve had much pain, experienced much loss, and known much heartbreak.

But I REFUSE to be defined, constrained, or hobbled by it. I always get back up, dust myself off, dry my tears, bandage my wounds, and get back at the task of LIFE and living it as fully and happily as I can.

Last week, I candidly shared with you a very low point on the journey. Today I am here to report that I have worked through that low point (with your help) and am, again, firmly standing on high ground, refueled and eager to move upward again.

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I am grateful for my resilient spirit. I am humbled by my powerful sensitivity and all that it does to awaken me to positive action. I am proud of my fierce optimism.

Some of you were a little peeved at me (out of love and concern) and worried that I was “killing myself” in the commission of acts of conscience. Some of you mentioned my heart attack. Others of you said the odds were too heavily stacked against all of us in these horrendous times and it was silly to spend so much time & energy fighting the demons. Some said I was “too soft” and needed to “toughen up” if I was going to survive in this cruel world.

But I beg to differ. I had a heart attack because I pushed stuff down–NOT because I acted on what troubled me. I am made sick by what I do NOT donot what I feel compelled by conscience and heart TO do!

I am a fierce optimist! My way is to

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I am a believer that we can all do SOMETHING, every single day, to make the world a little kinder, a little more gentle, and a lot less hateful–just by our determined commitment to being global citizens on the path of peace.

I subscribe to the notion that…

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but you DO have to show up when you are able and do what you can.

Last week, I was totally vulnerable and showed you my soft underbelly. I revealed my fear and sadness and exhaustion. I shared with you my very human low point in order to continue to inspire you that, even from that dark place, I could keep at the hard work of compassion and action.

My message, like Maya Angelou’s, is always…

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And that is what helped me up and over the hurdles that were blocking my path. I have the wisdom gleaned from over 70 years on the planet that…

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So, do not be worried for me–do not think me imprudent to care so much, do so much, be so much. It is WHO I AM. It is my path. I’m a fierce optimist in the face of almost every challenge life has presented me with.

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I REFUSE to think otherwise!

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My plan to combat the rigors of being a fierce optimist in the midst of such perversity and pessimism in the world is to remember that…

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and that…

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So please, find your way up the mountain, sing and dance and laugh and play along the way (preferably at the Creative Cottage!) but GET UP THE MOUNTAIN!

Do it your own way…I will do it mine…and may we meet at the sweet summit together; share our stories of ascent (and descent), lay out a luscious picnic of celebration for our sisters and brothers still struggling mightily up the hill beside us, and may we always… 

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With Love & Fierce Optimism,

Kaitlin

© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

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COMPASSION COUNTS

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Where in the world have I been?

Why have I been so unusually quiet?

Why haven’t I written a blog post, updated my Cottage classes, been available for fun activities, returned your phone calls, responded to your e-mails, or been out & about around town?

Is Albert okay? Am I okay?

What’s up with KaitieBug?

Well.

It’s complicated.

I’ve been struggling. Really struggling. Really really really struggling.

I’ve been sad. I’ve been ill. I’ve been overwhelmed. I’ve been deeply daunted by the escalating hatred, hostility, violence, and cruelty in our world.

I’ve been angry and bewildered and hopeless and sick.

It’s very rare for Susie Sunshine to be so down & out, but I confess I have been in a morass of darkness…a sea of despair…a deep well of depression.

I have felt depleted and lost. I have been immobilized by anxiety.

In these dark and troubled times, I am not proud to be an American.

 It’s not merely a difference of philosophy or a conflict of politics anymore. It’s a matter of human decency, honesty, morality, and conscience. 

I’m disgusted, disappointed, and demoralized.

I’ve written and called my representatives, I’ve been in the streets with thousands of other appalled citizens, and I’ve been doing all I can in my own small ways to raise the banner of tolerance and compassion…but, at the end of the day,

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But it has taken a huge toll.

My health has taken another dangerous turn, I’m not sleeping or eating properly, I’m not handling the heat well, and I’m stuck in an incredulous panic about the way the world is grinding down the rules of basic human kindness and civility as we become increasingly more brutal and heartless as a society.

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Teresa, one of the little girls I mentor, wrote a story about a crabby, bigoted, mean old woman who hated everyone and everything until she went blind and realized no one wanted to help her. She had always hated anyone who wasn’t white, anyone who wasn’t Christian, anyone who didn’t speak her language. She was mad that her neighborhood was changing and immigrants were moving in. She was resentful and mean-spirited. Her own children never called or visited. But one day, the old woman found a basket on her doorstep with fresh bread, jam, and peaches in it. Another day, after a big snow storm, she found her walkway shoveled. One night a woman came and offered to tidy the old woman’s house, wash her sheets, water her plants, weed her garden, in trade for some walnuts from her neglected tree. Some children came by after school and began to read to her in trade for borrowing some of her books. On the eve of a huge blizzard, a man came with a load of firewood in trade for the use of an old rusty shovel forgotten in her toolshed. Soon, she was surrounded by people who were helping her and her life became good and happy. On the day of her funeral, the little neighborhood chapel was full…Niema from Africa, Hassaum from Afghanistan, Renaldo from Mexico, Tieena from Puerto Rico, Moses Jefferson Brown, missing both legs from the Iraq War, were all there.

So I keep coming back to this:

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In the midst of my despair, I realize all I can do is continue to hold out my hand, carry the light, bring food and water and solace and heart to those who need it most, and stand the high ground; hopefully with you by my side.

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All we can do is gather in prayer and peace and gratitude and hope and action. All we can do is pour into the streets, stand at the barricades, lift our voices, raise our ideals, sing our songs of tolerance and inclusiveness. All we can do is remember that we are not alone…that there are people all over the world who stand with us, who cry with us, who are outraged and heart-sick and moved to action with us.

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Don’t give up. Don’t stop crying or caring. Don’t stop being a part of the outcry against hatred, violence, and war. Take a breath, shake off the despair, and find a way to help. Somehow. Find a way to help.

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COMPASSION COUNTS!

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Through the tears…

With Much Love,

Kaitlin

© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

 

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Ms. Tizzy Britches

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That is what I do. In everything I touch. In how I live. In what I love. In what I make. I CREATE!

My beloved granddaughter Emma (7 years old) has a wonderful nickname for me–Grandma Tizzy Britches. She says she named me that “cuz you’re always in a whirlwind Gran.”

But last week when she asked me, “what’s you “super power Nana?,”  I was stumped.

I “used” to be a lot of things.

I’ve ridden on the back of a circus elephant, driven a race car, and delivered several babies. I’ve traveled all over the world, written several volumes of poetry, worked as both a paleontologist & an archaeologist, and rescued & mended wounded wildlife.

But, mostly, I believe my true super power is my creativity.

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What can I tell you?

It’s who I am.

I make stuff.

Usually in a tizzy of joy!

I make stuff out of anything and everything. Words, paint, collage, journals, rusty stuff, clay, gardens, and LIFE: big fat juicy wonderful complicated simple LIFE is what I make mostly.

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My creativity is what makes me so curious, so appreciative, so genuinely in awe of the natural world and all her critters.

My creativity is what makes my mind leap and my spirits rise and my heart spill over with love.

My creativity fuels and feeds and nourishes my soul. It makes me whole.

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For a very long time in my life I worked hard to “fit in,” to “play the game,” to “go along to get along.”

Finally I realized, I’ve NEVER “fit” anywhere, I hate games, and I’d rather be a wild, inspired renegade than a half-lifer, tiptoeing around trying to be invisible.

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When (seven years ago!) I hatched this crazy idea that I could create a magical  little studio that looked like an enchanted cottage in the woods where wimmin could come to play and talk and share and cry and make art, I finally knew who I was and what I wanted my life to be about.

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So, I’d rather be Ms. Tizzy Britches than most anything else in the whole wide world (including Botswana!)

Because…

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I’d always rather be outside the lines…out of the box…in the thick if some big,  messy, creative project that thrills my heart in the company of wise women who are passionate and feisty and full of creative energy.

I’d rather live my wild passionate, effusive, engaged, complicated, over-booked & under-staffed life of pure joy rather than “belong” or be “accepted” or not ruffle any danged feathers!

I want to inspire my tribe of fellow “tizzies” to

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I want to voluptuously live (and mentor living )a wildly creative life…

and what is that?

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I want to triumph over my fears for the earth, for all good people of the earth, for our children, for our values, for our very lives…

I want to not squander my life away in sadness or live with regrets about what I might have done…

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I want to make stuff!

I want glue and glitter and paint and poems…

I want music and movies and gardens and books that keep me up all night…

I want sunsets and beach sand and redwood trees and laughter.

And, I want to share my endless, joyful creativity with you!

So please come play at the Creative Cottage soon…join a lively, luscious, laughing tribe of creatives! Because…

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Now go make something!

And sign up for June classes at The Creative Cottage!

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All Love (And Creativity!)

From Ms. Tizzy Britches

 

 

 

 

Mud Woman!

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I love playing with clay!

I love the feel of it, the scent of it, the way it gets into your blood and connects you to the earth in a very primal way.

With a degree in archaeology and years of making detailed drawings and field notes of ancient ceramic sherds from around the world, I have great respect for the primordial art of combining water and earth into an object that is tempered by high heat and glazed with colors made from the artful combination of earth’s minerals and oxides.

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Playing with clay is a kind of spiritual therapy for me. It “grounds” me in patience and “fires” my core belief that creativity is healing.

When I play with clay, I am vibrantly connected to a long lineage of  women who made art from dirt.

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I’ve taken classes here and there for 30 years, but I especially love the ones I take now through Pima County Parks and Rec on Tuesday evenings with my friend Marnie and my teacher Brenda.

I’m not good at it…but I love it…and it endlessly teaches me to leave my inner critic at home and go with the spirit of the clay instead of the willfulness of my ego.

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I love that there are tools to learn about and skills to build.

I love that each kind of clay has a distinctive personality and must be fired within specific heat boundaries. 

I love that clay can become something exquisite

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or something whimsical.

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I love that when working with clay, I can think of nothing else.

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I love making things for my yard and garden

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and just because it’s FUN!

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Most of all, I LOVE getting dirty!

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I love the alchemy of earth, water, & fire.

I love all it teaches me about life.

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So, whatever it is for you–paintbrush or needle & thread, art journal or crochet hook, CELEBRATE IT! Let your hands connect you to the delicious, nurturing stew of creativity.

Make stuff!

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Pour your whole heart and soul into it!

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And remember…

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Love and Alchemy,

Kaitie the Mud Lady

© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

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SISTER LOVE!

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My sister Kim is awesome!

She’s my Super Hero!

My crazy-wonderful, creative,-soul-full,

funny, kind, adventurous playmate and best friend.

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We’re so lucky to have found each other

after years and years and years apart!

She’s become a huge part of my life…

and a constant, loving presence in my heart.

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So, maybe, you can you imagine how excited I am

to be off to visit her again?

Springtime is just arriving in the Sierras.

Last week they had a spot of snow on the peaks

on the same day 

Tucson was experiencing

95 degree heat!

I’m off to celebrate:

Gushing creeks,

blooming redbud,

and velvet-grassed mountains

a hundred shades of green!

The days will race by…

putzing in the garden…

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playing fairy sisters…

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and reading kids books

to each other

until we’re overcome

by “nap fever”…

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Just two sisters getting into all the mischief we can muster together!

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Picture us

poking around in magical realms

of toadstools and fairies,

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she-trees,

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and Hobbit houses.

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With a lot of just plain goofiness & joy mixed in!

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While we spend hours weeding & planting in the garden,

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we’ll be talking about

our special dream

of somehow, some day

buying a funky old camp trailer

so we can go rambling around together

from sea coast to Yosemite

(and all points of adventure in between!)

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And, whatever we’re doing–

making art, foraging by the river, celebrating sweet niece Michelle’s birthday–

we’ll be talking and laughing

for hours and hours

non-stop…

’til our tummies ache

from laughing

and we’ve had a least three bouts

of shared tears.

 

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Because I’ve finally learned that

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and

(though I’m

a strong, independent, capable

old broad

“who don’t need no help”

(thank you very much),

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So off I go…

back in Tucson late on the 24th–

just in time to share all my adventures

with our amazing art-journaler’s circle on the 25th.

Thanks dear sister tribe,

for keeping the Cottage infused with love and creativity

while I’m away.

Thanks to Judy and Sarah for holding fun classes in my absence.

Thanks to Karen Z & Susan for helping keep WildHeart afloat (and my sweet critters lavished with love!)…

But, most of all,

thanks to my Beloved Albert for EVERYTHING

for being well enough for me to take this break

and for being

the dear sweet brave funny old garden gnome

that I love so much.

Off I go (hi-ho, hi-ho)…

back soon

with sooo many cool stories to share

and so much sister love in my heart

that I’ll have plenty to share

with you when I get home!

Take Good, Gentle Care Of One Another,

Love from Kaitlin, Sister of Kim

Off Adventuring!

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© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

 

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Spring Vacation (In My Mind!)

Spring!

And I’ve got it bad!

I’m in a happy, befuddled daze.

Muddling along, fevered and  grinning.

No ambition.

Fuzzy and unfocused.

Prone to long bouts of daydreaming.

Lost in my own vivid imagination.

I’ve been promising myself for weeks

that I’d sit down and write you a long love letter about it…

but the days slip by and I get distracted…

you know…

Spring Fever!

I’m in the midst of a huge whirlwind of activity–

(as usual)–

classes, workshops, medical appointments, community commitments,

family matters, counseling sessions, plus the happy, complicated logistics

of plain, old everyday LIFE!

There’s a lot of emotion streaming through me right now…

but I think I’ve finally found words it…

So in my day dreams I am taking a bit of a bohemian vacation.

I’ve packed my colorful imaginary luggage

and taken my gypsy wagon to an enchanted fairy realm

where there is peace and beauty…

and no twittering from a twit.

I imagine my days are completely free here

and I amuse myself in a thousand tiny ways…

slow stitching…

painting salvaged old chairs,

& picking bunches of butterfly-kissed flowers.

In my magical little nest,

I imagine myself swathed in color and calm,

resting and reading,

making art all day with my dog Gus.

I pretend I am a child again–

free of all responsibilities

except living fully,

in every moment,

with wild enthusiasm

and complete awe.

And when I imagine myself as a wild, winsome

heathen adventuress and bohemian artiste,

I wear clothes like this

and carry a little bag like this, full of enchantments.

When I find myself curling up for a nap

with my cat Max purring in my ear,

I am bathed in lush color

and gentle, muted light.

So, if you’re looking for me,

please come join me in my spring fever dream!

Behind the beaded curtain,

up the stairs into the radiance of the moon glow,

into the pure magic of our wildest imaginations…

where we can leave behind

all our woes and worries,

all the torments of politics and cruel power.

In the evening,

we’ll make a little fire to comfort the darkness

and cherish together

every moment we have

on this swirling blue planet

in a sea of glittering stars.

Let us pull together,

never far from each other’s hearts,

always holding up the chalice

of our friendship together.

Let us always…

(Note: copies of this beautiful print available from Kaitie Daisy on Etsy!)

Love and Love and More Love To You

(cuz there’s never too much of that!)

And a very Happy Spring!

From Gypsy Kait

Merriment Marauder

P. S. Please check out my April & May schedule of classes and sign up quick–

this is our bizzee season at The Creative Cottage and I don’t want you to miss out on the fun!

©Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved

DO SOMETHING!

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In the wake of more bloody murders in our schools,  fear-mongering and blame in the mouths of our do-nothing leaders, and the awful daily grind of lies, greed, and hatred in our world, we must RISE UP! This is the day. This is the hour. This is the moment. Do it!

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Don’t think you; single-handedly, all by your lonesome, YOU must do the impossible. Don’t think you; small, powerless, fragile YOU alone must make the world a more loving, tolerant, peaceful place. It will take ALL of us. Every single danged one of us with conscience. Every single one of us with heart. Every single one of us willing to step forward, holding hands, standing in solidarity together, willing to do the tiniest of things every single day.

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Instead of letting the stupid ones win, DO SOMETHING!

Instead of claiming there is nothing you can do, instead of whining about your own problems, pointing to your own sad story, claiming you are too hobbled by your own dramas to help,

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Instead of being sad and struck dumb by the horror, DO SOMETHING! 

Stop congratulating yourself for being on the “right side,” for being appropriately outraged, for sending a check so OTHERS can do the work, DO SOMETHING yourself.

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The circumstances in the world make it impossible NOT to be wounded and overwhelmed! What kind of human being would you be if you just kept sitting in front of the television,  eating your junk food, watching the fray on CNN? Get up! DO SOMETHING!

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Volunteer to help, share your skills, your resources, your HEART. Start small. Stop feeding the dragons of hopelessness and apathy. Stop letting the demons devour your spirit, your will, and your hope. Stop blaming the idiots in the White House and focus on helping the bleeding civilians in our school houses, our streets, our neighborhoods. Get off your ass, your phone, your high-horse, your couch, and DO SOMETHING!

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It’s great that you’re a “nice person” and that you donate to a variety of great causes. But what about delivering some meals to folks in need, volunteering to help kids learn to read, or helping take care of abandoned animals at a shelter. It’s wonderful that you try to live a thoughtful, decent, loving life. But I’m calling on you to do more. The need is great. The time is now. DO SOMETHING!

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Let’s help each other make the world a gentler place, a place where we learn to value each other’s gifts and colors and ideas. Let’s use our big brains to do amazing things to make kids feel safe and elders feel cherished and working class people feel supported in their work, their homes, and in their dreams to send their kids to college.

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This is the day.

This is hour.

This is the moment.

Promise yourself today that you’ll DO SOMETHING!

With love and a commitment to keep on keepin’ on, doing what I can in my own way, with you and all good people of honorable intent, to DO SOMETHING!

All love,

From your friend Kaitlin: light bringer, medicine woman, activist, poet, artist, friend, & dedicated doer!

in our america

© Copyright, Kaitlin Meadows, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

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A Wink & A Prayer!

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I know the real saying is “a wing and a prayer” but it never hurts to give a saucy wink to the fates, does it?

On the wing of our successful trip to the Sierras to spend time with our loving families in January, we think we passed (with flying colors!) the test of our ability to travel a wee bit again while Albert enjoys a “good spell” in his cancer treatment. Soooooo–we’re off on another adventure!

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If cancer teaches you nothing else, it teaches you the immense importance of being firmly planted in “NOW.” There are all sorts of other things pressing on us, jabbing us with sharp sticks, unsettling our world…but we’ve decided,

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and…

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It’s hard for me, ya know? I’m the super responsible one, the always worried one, the cautious, sensible one (are you laughing?)…I had classes & clients, appointments & meetings inked in my day planner. I didn’t want to let you all down on a scheduled class. I was worried about the budget and the chance Albert may not be up to it. But…I’m learning a new way of being now. I’m listening for the siren song of “FUN” in the midst of all the chaos of cancer. My amazing Sweetheart is teaching me, through his illness, that we have new rules now, new ways of being.

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Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

What the heck was I thinking, to let the idea of FUN be so often the carrot at the end of a very, very long stick of responsibilities & commitments? Why am I capable of filling the lives of others with joy, always ready to incite merriment, while denying myself those same healing hours of happiness? And why, in the name of “duty” or being a “good girl” (now I know you’re laughing–no one really thinks of me as a  good girl!), WHY have I waited soooo long in my life to just let loose and ENJOY?

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I can tell you one thing for sure…

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Life is about sooo much more.

Making art, playing in the sprinklers, having a midnight picnic under a full moon. Family, friends, critters, and crazy-renegade- mischief-making sidekicks!

So we’re off on another adventure! New Mexico! The mountains. A funky little cabin. Nature. Stars. Quiet. We’re gonna unplug. Re-boot. Sleep in. Read. Make art. Stare off into space…smiling.

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I’m not gonna worry about nuthin’ at all! The crazy, tragic, battered old world is gonna have to continue to spin without me. I’m skipping out for a few days, running away from home in broad daylight, playing hooky as I never did in school. I have my  Brave Girls badge that says “Closed For Renovation” pinned neatly to my “play clothes.”

And–I have a new mantra…

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 I’m singing a new song…

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Thanks for holding my place on the carousel (I like riding the shiny black, wild-eyed colt with the flowing mane please). I’ll be back soon  with all sorts of colorful stories to share and a very happy heart. I’m packing light, cuz remember…

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Don’t forget about our awesome Soul-Full Bookmaking class with Teresa on Saturday the 17th–it’s gonna be epic!

Love from The Happy Adventuress Kait

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