Sacred Sensual Lifestyle: Luscious Lemon

Want to feel clear, bright and uplifted? We’re going to squeeze some precious drops of soul wisdom from that most versatile of citrus fruits, the lemon.

When you experience pleasure and satisfaction through your senses, you naturally create a connection to your intuition. This sixth sense is the divine guidance that helps you make decisions that are in line with what you truly want. The best part? It’s fun! Sensory mindfulness feels good, which is the key for accessing your most authentic self.

Here’s are several ways engaging with lemon can help you connect to your soul’s sweetest spot:

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Lemon’s Sacred Side
Lemon is generally considered to be cleansing, purifying and fresh. Although the lemon is sometimes symbolic of bitterness, Christians often see it as a symbol of fidelity and love, and they associate it with the Virgin Mary. In many cultures, lemons have traditionally symbolized longevity, friendship and love. Rituals and potions designed to bring in romance often incorporate some aspect of a lemon.

Sweettart Sensory Mindfulness
Use lemon essential oil mixed with distilled water to cleanse the stale, stagnant or negative energy of a room and usher in a fresh vitality. Let it clear the cobwebs (from your house and your intuition) and promote clarity of thought.

One of the five essential tastes (along with bitter, sweet, salty and umami/pungent), lemon’s sour note creates a balance on the palate by tempering cloying sweetness and lending brightness. Lemon pairs with both savory and sweet, so experiment with flavor combinations. Try:

– adding lemon, fresh grated ginger and honey to your tea or your plain yogurt
– whipping up a fresh Meyer lemon juice, vanilla and vodka (or tequila or rum) cocktail
– mixing together lemon zest, black pepper and cardamom, then toss with dried cherries and your favorite nuts

Don’t forget to nourish your body too! Add lemon and vanilla essential oils to unscented body lotion for a delicious, sexy scent that will uplift your your mood and warm your heart.

Use Lemon to Purify Body Mind & Spirit
Does some area of your life need cleansing? Maybe it’s your body, your energy, your emotions, your home. Consider doing an easy cleanse or at least create a morning ritual of squeezing fresh lemon juice into a tall glass of warm water and drinking it down before consuming anything else. Lemon lowers the body’s acidity, which leads to less inflammation and a happier digestive tract.

Or maybe it’s your emotions that need purification. If the color lemon yellow is speaking to you lately, consider it might be a message related to your third chakra. This energy body relates to self worth and self power. Do you give away your own power by compromising when you don’t want to? Are you afraid of losing someone’s love so you turn into a doormat? Strengthen your third chakra by surrounding yourself with the color, scent and taste of lemon yellow.

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Live Inspired!

 

From the simple stringing together of lemon garlands for the goddess Durga, to dividing the prasadam or blessed foods for the children first, I came to associate food not only with femininity, but also with purity and divinity.
– Padma Lakshmi

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Finding Inspiration: Nature, Music and Magic Mushrooms

You never know what’s going to catch your eye or move you in some way. I like to snap things here and there to record striking colors, interesting patterns and whatever I find beautiful in its own way. And sometimes I just can’t let the face of a cherub on my shiitake get away without documentation. Here’s what turned up in the past week…

Ice-melting creek, an impromptu colored-pencil drawing I did while listening to an odd music mix, a journal/sketchbook that I dolled up with handmade paper and an old pendant, the aforementioned cherub (I didn’t eat him), a rose from a magenta and orange bouquet that has been making me smile everyday for a week now, ice crystals creeping up my window pane, and the first page of a new chapter.

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And here’s what I conjured up today…

icy rose in frame art backgroundBeauty awakens the soul to act.
– Dante Alighieri

 

Art, Inspiration & Synchronicity

studio 2Inspiration has been popping up everywhere lately – I love it! Have you noticed that when you commit to something and focus on it, resources seem to just appear and synchronicity kicks in? Especially when you’re really onto something that authentically lights you up.

Today’s post features some interesting and talented people I’ve come across – I think they’ll inspire you too!

Pepa home

Photo from Artist at Work article in Lonny magazine – lonny.com

Pepa Poch is an artist and a color trend forecaster (that literally makes my stomach flip with excitement – to be immersed in color!) living in Spain. Lonny Magazine did a lovely article with beautiful photos about how her home, creativity and inspirations are all woven together into one rich life. If you make any type of art or want a glimpse of what an artistically integrated life looks like, do yourself a visual and soul-nourishing favor and check it out: Artist At Work.

 

 

 

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Goddess Lakshmi by Alice Mason (photo from society6.com/alicemason)

In the spirit of adding some good Feng Shui and original art into my space, I bought this print of the Hindu Goddess Lakshmi from fellow Society 6 artist Alice Mason. Lakshmi is known as the Goddess of wealth and prosperity, both material and spiritual. I love this representation of her – the color combination is gorgeous and the technique Alice uses reminds me of glittering mosaics. Alice’s work is colorful and dreamy in general – I get lost in the patterns and transported by the imagery.

 

 

Artwork by Mae Chevrette (photo from her blog - http://togointotheworld.blogspot.com/)

Artwork by Mae Chevrette (photo from her blog – http://togointotheworld.blogspot.com/)

 

I just started turning my photo collages into mixed media canvases. It has been challenging but also satisfying for someone who loves color, layers and patterns. I’m in awe of Mae Chevrette’s mixed media work – she uses her own photos, often from her travels, and creates highly layered and rich images like her “Sunset Over Newport Harbor.” Living in Boston, she is clearly inspired by the sea and harbor culture of the northeastern coast. And, by strange coincidence, she just did a quick trip to Mt. Desert Island, in northern Maine near Bar Harbor… Guess where I’m going in October? See, coincidences. Look at her travelogue and gorgeous photos here.

The Maine Event: Coastal Beauty & Soul

A recent trip to coastal Maine reset my beauty barometer and invigorated my soul. It was waves crashing onto craggy rocks and forests glowing with yellow and orange foliage. It was an owl nearly grazing my head as it swooped by. It was crying over the lavender sunset light and marveling at divine timing, my lost gold ring found, and the freshness of local seafood. It was perfection, in it’s own craggy way.

I now understand why artists love Maine: breathtaking beauty, sublime light, unlimited inspiration. I took over 300 photos and I’m eager to use many of them in new collages. Here are a couple glimpses of the raw photos:

sunset with rainbow smallFrom atop Cadillac mountain in Acadia National Park. I think my point-and-shoot was feeling the divine spirit as well – no idea how that rainbow happened!

beach view 1Sand Beach taken from the climb up Great Head trail in Acadia.

Bubble PondBubble Pond. (Acadia)

sunset leavesCadillac Mountain sunset. Even the professional photographers were saying how spectacular the colors were that night.

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Balanced rocks near a balanced rock, in Bar Harbor.

seed pods I got a little lost near Yarmouth and ended up on a beautiful island. I had a conversation with a local who had been digging in the bay for clams, and then I saw these angelic seed pods.

flower wavesBeauty and the sea at Cape Elizabeth lighthouse. According to a marker at the site, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow would walk here from Portland, and it’s where he likely derived inspiration for his poem, The Lighthouse.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Pink Moment

For many years now I’ve had reverence for “the magic hour” – that brief time before sunset when the light becomes golden or amber or pink. It’s the photographer’s sweet spot, providing a boost of glowing color and shadowy definition to natural scenes. A friend once said it makes us look like “Italian goddesses,” and sometimes when it bathes my surroundings I feel like I’ve been transported into a Maxfield Parrish painting.

My latest collage – “How Do You Spot a Blessing?” – was inspired by how this magical time seems to calm me down and make my soul smile. So, I was thrilled to read the paragraph below in a Conde Nast Traveler article on Ojai, California (the state is a slight obsession of mine):

…Ojai has been a cherished place for any number of California cultures over the years: the Chumash Indians who first settled the valley; citrus and avocado ranchers; theosophists; Krishnamurti; and Hollywood stars, who’ve long owned discreet retreats here… All of them are drawn at least in part by the town’s famous “pink moment,” a fleeting period before sunset when the jagged Topa Topa Mountains that frame the northern edge of this fertile valley take on a dusky-rose hue: It’s an enchanting time that draws the eyes up and clears the mind.

It’s an enchanting time that draws the eyes up and clears the mind…

Sunday evening I was sitting on a bench overlooking the Delaware River sharing a tall Negro Modelo (leftover from our byob Peruvian lunch) with a good friend. We were deep into a meaningful conversation when puffy pink clouds started to float over the mountain across the river. A few of the trees were just starting to exhibit the golden leaves of fall, and the pink light made them glow a vibrant orange amidst their green neighbors. The puffs turned to streaks and soon the sky, the river and my friend and I were all bathed in lavender light. I stopped him mid-sentence and told him about the pink moment. We were silent for a bit, looking up and appreciating the beauty. Soon everything greyed out into dusk and we finished the warming beer. Our conversation continued, but we both came back to it with a slightly heightened sense of awe about the beauty and magic that appears, and disappears, with each day.

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“How Do You Spot a Blessing” is a digital collage I made from photos I took in New Orleans, LA; Rhinebeck & Woodstock, NY; and my own backyard (the pink sky and dark trees). May it bring you some clarity. And, remember to look up.

A Different Beauty

winter brought greys & tans & silvery taupes

hawk at harper's ferry

that’s how nature intended it

no outlet

so we would have the opportunity

grateful

to see a different beauty

sky from train

that otherwise

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we might not notice

devoted

distracted as we get by the bright-colored things

butterfly

but it’s all beautiful

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and spring unfailingly comes around

spring toes

Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Magic Gardens, Magic Night

Art should not be segregated in museums; it needs to live free among us.
– Isaiah Zagar (creator of the installation that is Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens)

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The wound is the place where light enters you. – Rumi

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To a dull mind all of nature is leaden. To the illuminated mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Without vision, execution is delusion. – Thomas Edison

No delusion here. Pure light-filled visions of heart-tweaking beauty and soul-spinning grandeur.

Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens

Of Politics, Poetry & Puzzles

 

One cannot build life from refrigerators, politics, credit statements and crossword puzzles. This is impossible. Nor can one exist for any length of time without poetry, without color, without love.
– Antoine De Saint-Exupery
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I’m back to editing the novel I’ve been working on – a political thriller – and I love crossword puzzles, so while I agree with the sentiment of the quote, I am in fact counting on politics to help me build the foundation for my life. Poetry, color & love – of course, everyday.
 

 

 

 

Exploring for Inspiration: Paris

Architecture, food, gardens, museums… What fuels your creativity and inspires your art? Whether you’re a writer, painter, public speaker, chef, gardener, textile designer, songwriter, jewelry-maker… Where do you find the spark for your next creation?

Musee D'Orsay

Musee D’Orsay

My trip to France in 2003 was a sensory feast that has inspired a bounty of creative ideas.

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Color combinations, textures, scents, traditions, flavors…

seafood castle

Is it a poem or a necklace? A floral design or a make-up palette?

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New experiences can help solve creative problems and ignite fresh ideas.

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You can experiment in your usual surroundings by immersing yourself with all of your senses. If you have the chance to take a drive (or a train or a plane) to an area you’ve never before – maybe Paris, or maybe the little town 17 miles away from your home – inhale the unique history, feel the quality of the air, notice the unfamiliar pace, create a palette in your mind. Your senses will percolate and ideas will pop up like fresh-baked croissants.

What nourishes your soul?

All weekend I felt emotionally rung out and vaguely sad. On the way home from doing errands, I decided I needed to stop in my tracks and figure out what would nurture and nourish me. I turned the car around and drove along rambling country roads dotted with Pennsylvania farmhouses toward my favorite farm stand. Well, it’s more than a stand – it’s a full-on produce/garden/homemade goodies menagerie of healthy pleasures. Starving, I picked up an asparagus & raisin cakey-loaf (made that morning); also, I chose one outstanding coral peony (picked that morning), and I hand-selected, spear by purple-y spear, a bunch of fresh asparagus (harvested that morning).zucchini

As I drove away, eating the small, sweet bread as my lunch, I came upon a $5-for-a-bouquet honor system stand in front of one of the picturesque farmhouses. I stuffed a bill in the metal box and selected the bunch with the bursting apricot iris, several tight peony buds and some other magenta and violet beauties. My weekend went from hole-in-soul to satiated soul.

What soothes and nourishes your soul? How do you turn your world from mundane to blooming?

094For me, it’s beauty – I’m inspired and enriched by wandering through a garden, reading a gorgeous magazine, making a simple and delicious meal (such as a mound of fresh asparagus topped with feta cheese and two fried eggs – it was heavenly) or driving through the idyllic countryside. Through beauty I find my center, my soul-peace – and it’s from that deep and sacred place that I go out in the world to love, create and celebrate.

In bed that evening, I read an article by Ronda Rice Carman (author of Designers at Home) in the May issue of House Beautiful.  In it she wrote:

“I have long wondered what inspires one person to elevate the mundane tasks of daily living and another to despise the regular routines of life. In an age of increasing mass production and a recurring sea of sameness, I hold in high regard those who ponder the idiosyncrasies of living life in a unique, meaningful and deliberate manner.”

How do you live life in a unique, meaningful and deliberate manner?

 

“Beasts” Chewed My Senses, Spit Out My Soul

The movie, Beasts of the Southern Wild, kidnapped and torqued my senses. My gut swirled as the briny, slimy crab innards slid down; diamond-shard sparklers flicked at my squirming spirit. As I tried to take a clean breath of sticky air, damp mold and the tart sting of charred rot clogged my lungs. Too many shots of rotgut on a chicken-grease stomach churned as my scarred feet pounded across prickly grass. And so much salt – sweat, brackish stains – my lips rippled, longing for a kiss of something creamy and sweet.  But there was no relief, only the sharp cracking of wind and water and words slapping at my gasping skin.

Oblivion, until soft scarlet lights wrapped me in alligator love. Maybe I’d rest for a brief moment. But I couldn’t, distrustful of the steamy motivations caressing my sun-burned shoulder and the lurking reverie of a clammy future. My soul flew overboard, crashing into the slate shard waves.

Skin chills on the balmiest gray day, an angel in a tutu splatters through bird-shit mud, thick like rancid bacon grease. I can’t follow her anymore but I can’t abandon her either. I’m nauseous and exhilarated, wondering if I can ever climb out of the dank and delicious hole to wash my eyes and throat. I need to cleanse my senses so I can fully absorb the splendor. But it’s too late, the beauty has already lodged like a spur into my black-and-blue heart.

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