I want more of that

I'm spending sacred time.

 In sacred spaces. 

Putting sacred things. 

In sacred boxes. 

In this sacred life. 

For this sacred heart. 

For sacred hope to grow.

There is a thing about the Sacred.

You wont find it in the rush rush.

You wont find it in the screaming mind haze.

You'll feel it's warmth in the hush hush.

When you wake from the mental maze.

I want more of that for you.

I want more of that for me.

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[ My husband Standing Man makes these beautiful Altar boxes you can follow him on instagram @brancokasa ... & he'd love to make one for you as well ]

TRUST F A L L .....

I am in love.

Orginal Art work by Kitty Oppegard: FOR SALE @ ETSY SHOPPE 

I have fallen deeply, beautifully, sacredly in love.
Know what with?
My Heart and all its inglorious glory.
My heart that never fails me, in keeping blood pumping through this {ACCEPT}tional body (in AS IS condition) and in Matters of the Heart... mmmm myyyy speciality.

This Fall/Equinox/Mabon I am incredibly in love with the colors,sights, smells, sounds of this amazing season. It yields a sense of connectedness within me. I can feel it weaving around my heart urging me to look inwards, reflect and review. It whispers to FALL into love with what you are, what you have, what you've failed at, what you've accomplished. It echos the childhood laughter in me, the reckless abandon in me, the Lion Heart that pulses true.

TRUST FALL.

Trust fall right into my life, right into my heart, right into the core of what makes me... ME.
And as I fall there are the seeds of my existence.
God, earth, wind, fire, air, paint in my hair.... aching in my bones and in my chest...and it's all alright.. it's all the stuff, the juicy stuff of this life. It's all ugly, sad and beautiful and STARK raving mad!
I'm falling right into it. I am falling right into L O V E with my life.

I invite you to your own trust fall, right into your sacred heart, right into your LION HEART.

DID IT RESONATE? WONT YOU GIVE ME A FACEBOOK LIKE :)

Embrace the Messy

Life is messy. Much like any art form. There is a period in the process of completion that there is an inevitable veriable. Mess.

I used to get caught up in this. Cleaning as I go. I mean this literally and figuratively.
I have learned in my latter 30s that the mess... IS... life. It's the process. You've heard this expression right? "It's about the process.. not the end result".

It's not about the completion. At the completion of life is death. My truth in death there is a rebirth in a sense back to your original form, your soul.
However at the completion of any form of Art.. there is a sense of gratification, a sense of accomplishment, a sense of wonder.. "how did I get through that"..."how did I weed through that mess and come up with this masterpiece".
It is my truth that at the end of life.. it is the same celebration.

Wow. How exciting that we are here in human form to work on our dream.. on our masterpiece..and our art is our life.. how we live our life!
I find great comfort in this, as I've really been working on celebrating even the small things.
Like getting outta bed in the morning and not cursing that I have to go to work .. ( you feel me?)
Like choosing BODY ACCEPTANCE instead of telling myself that I will do that, wear that, say that, experience that, eat that..when I am "skinny again".
Like choosing to put myself out there with my thoughts, art, love, light with NO angle. No sense of "what will I get outta this".. "whats in this for me".
Just being big, beautiful, glittery, me...Kitty, Kristy, Kristina, Mom, Wife=Babe, Sister, Friend.

I am filled suddenly typing this with a sense of gratitude and solace. What an amazingly blessed feeling that has washed over me. I am grateful and I believe absolutely hands down blessed beyond my wildest dreams, for what I have in this very moment. Now. and Now. and again.....Now.
HAPPY TEARS FOR THIS LION HEART!

I invite you to mull this over. Put in your favorite inspiring song and just think on your life. REALLY look at the messy parts. Ew. It's ugly isn't it? It's beautiful...isn't it?
Now look where you are right now. Literally right now..sitting where you are.  You are so beautiful... look at you with all your bumps and scars and bruises. Look at you with that smile spreading, those tears welling.
Oh my heart !!!   It's over flowing with how stunning you are.
Take this truth if it serves you and put it into the weakest part of your heart and let it bloom.

You are loved. You ARE love. Go live your messy life Lion Hearts <3


Gift for You:

The Eternal Optimist from WriteAboutMaps on 8tracks Radio.

LION HEARTS I LOVE YOU!

♡CLASSES I'm Taking: AROUSE

 ♡CLASSES I'm Teaching:  ALTERED BOOKS

Witness

Los Osos Valley Road Sunset 12/29/2011

Tonight driving home from a very productive day at work...a 4 day weekend winking at me...
I was bathed in pink/blue light from the sunset.
That ol' familiar country road ... looked completely like something out of a movie.
And it took a lot of energy not to pull over & just stop and stare.
And I thought afterwards...as I watched the pink turn into orange.....

I should have stopped.

After all how many sunsets will I witness in my life time?
Maybe that was my last.

When I have opportunities. When I have moments that I can spend in awe of greatness.. like an unfolding sunset, I shall take it. Another promise to myself for this year.
Simple. Done.

Me. 2012. Lion Hearted and awed.

Embracing the notion...

Poinsettias are beautiful aren't they?

This morning I came to a realization.


Art is like a marriage.
You put your blood sweat and tears into it.
You get out of it what you put in.
Patience, loving kindness ... space... unconditionalness, truth.
Steady foundation for any prosperous, healthy marriage.
Art is like a marriage.

You might be saying, Yes yes we know this...
well me too little darling. Like I know that milk goes bad if you leave it on the counter.
It was knowledge. Seemingly useless.
Until this morning.

B A M .

Driving on my country road to work. The sun thawing out the frozen hillside, horses and cattle grazing while the Red tail Hawk sat like Watchers... providing safe passage...
it hit me.

So, I intend to cultivate this seed of my newfound  knowledge and let it grow.
Yes yes I will let it run dry at times, and weeds will get to it..but it will never die.
And it will always forgive my trespasses...my subtle neglect, because we are married.
I will hold up art.
And art will hold me up.
Art Marriage.

I am embracing this notion...-Lion Hearted