My Creative Archetype

Per Laura Hollick: my creative archetype is

The Artist

Your Creative Archetype is the Artist. You feel the most yourself when you’re creating art. You feel at home in the creative process. You love making things, mixing colors, blending ideas, birthing dreams into reality. You are an artist to the core. You seek to structure your life around your art, which can prove challenging at times, but your love for art always finds a way to give you some space to create.
Take the test here:

What a way to start the day…

I have been kinda punk for the last two weeks and when I woke up this morning to the news of the shooting in Washington DC, complete maliase overcame me. I got up and fed the cats and then crawled back into bed… I am not sure why it hit me so hard (after all it was one of three today…) but I immediately turned off all of the news and just stayed in bed for a long time.

I worked on my digital collages all morning and cleaned a little house, still at odds and very fidgety. I have still not watched the news or found out what happened, and I may not. I skimmed over all the fRump nonsense (there was a LOT!)and decided that I need a Facebook break.

And for some reason I have not been able to get back to non-digital art… but I will work on that.

OK that is my braindump for today. Tomorrow is another day, and maybe it will be better…

809 years ago, Rumi was born.

One of my favorite poems…

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Message from the Universe… I MUST remeber this…

Perception Management for Very Advanced Souls (a.k.a. Shari

The next time someone upsets you, think, “Thanks for pointing out that I’ve begun depending on you. Time I lose the expectations.” 

And the next time someone doesn’t take your view into account, think, “That’s okay, I was once like that.” 

And if someone steals from you, think, “It was nothing, my supply is the Universe.”

Or lies to you, think, “I’m sorry you feel that need.”

Violates you, “All for my growth and glory.”

Is rude to you, “Cheer up, dear soul, it’ll be okay.” 

Judges you, “Thanks for sharing your truth.” 

Drives by you like a bat out of hell, “Be careful, my friend. I love you.” 

And the next time someone greets you with a smile, smile back, like you’re sharing a secret.

    The Universe

If you made a Pink Pussy Hat… or wore one… or are a Craftivist

Dear Pussyhat Project Collective:

First of all, thank you! If you were one of the many people to make or wear a pussyhat, or if you joined us at the Women’s March, your pussyhat pride created a symbol of solidarity and support for women’s rights and political resistance. It has been incredible getting to know many of you, listening to your stories, discussing politics, and building community from the super-local to the international level. It is a true joy and honor to stand side by side with you.

I am excited to announce a new knit activism project I am putting together. So pick up those knitting needles (or crochet hooks or fabric) and join me in another political fight: let’s take on immigration.


The proposed border wall between the United States and Mexico is almost 2000 miles long. Imagine if the massive distance of this wall was re-conceptualized and re-contextualized not to divide, but to include. Instead of wall, a concrete line, to keep people out, what if lines of yarn became 3,500,640 yards of blankets to welcome people in?

To be a part of Welcome Blanket we are asking for craftivists to create and donate a 40”x40” blanket along with a personal message of welcome to immigrants. These packages will be collected and displayed at the Smart Museum of Art at the University of Chicago beginning July 2017. After the show’s close, the blankets will be distributed to refugee resettlement organizations.

For more information and details about getting involved, please visit

Connect with us on facebook, Instagram, and twitter: @welcomeblanket

In solidarity,


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Didn’t want to jinx myself…

Starting June 1 I restarted my life. Several things has happened in the last month that were life changing or at least defintely life-impacting. I am leaving the details behind and restarting, getting out of my rut and doing things that bring me joy {except exercise, but that is a given and not fun…)

Anyway, I have posted 3 days in a row on 14 Secrets for a Happy Artist’s Life FB page ( a private group {sorry}), did some mark making with Dina Wakley and worked out several times. So I am back and intend to maintain, now that the time constrains of the new house are no longer dictating!

I have also had a constipated kittie, Fuzzy. Both of my cats are still semi-feral even though they are 14 and 12 years old respectively.

I managed to catch Fuzz with cat treats to get her into the carrier for the trip to the vet, and caught her after feeding her to give her the first dose of her medicine. Next dose was not so successful, and I had to move boxes from her hidey-hole and physically pull her out. After that ordeal actually giving her the medicine was not that bad.

But today she would not come to eat her tuna that had a ground up pill in it (she did not eat a lot of it yesterday) so I plopped myself down by the food dish and decided to wait her out. After an hour (checking FB and email on my phone) I gave up. She did sleep with me last night so I may have to have the syringe of goop ready when I wake up and take advantage of her being on the bed. I have always dreaded when they got old and sick and how an major operation it would be to get them to the vet, but medicine in a whole other issue!