Painting this series is bringing up a few things for me. I'm trying to go about the New Year being much more attentive to my need for self-care (if ever there were only one word for my entire year). And I think what is happening is that I'm pacing myself much better. But something else is also shifting. Something I probably put into words in a journal or threw into a fire last year. The same tasks are all here to do, yet there is a missing element that I do not miss. That is freaking out. It may be back, especially near the 20th of this month when I have to have these colorful little things packed up for their long journey east. Until then, I'm munching fritos, pilfering through tins for forgotten chocolate, printing new cards, listening to Pandora, nursing a babe through the tooth, eating free food from generous neighbor-women, sending Miles on many *scavenger* hunts, standing on the hot pad in bare feet and having a rather mighty fine time of all of it. Slow and steady wins the race, right? The race against myself!
Here is a newb for your turquoise loving pleasure:
White Stag wears the antlers that connect him to Spirit and offer the gift of enhanced perceptions, tuning into the old teachings like marvelous antennae. He is able to detect the most subtle shifts in energy and this provides him with the intuitive guidance he needs to navigate the enchanted forests of life. Gently, softly and sometimes even quietly, White Stag communes with the Earth and the Sky. This is a reminder to take excellent care of oneself, to gently love ourselves and those around us, and to honor the deep connections that welcome us home from our adventures in the wild.