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    Under the Miriam Tree

    Return to the Red Tent

      About three fifths of the way through Dr. Estes’ Women Who Walk With the Wolves, there is a story called “The Three Gold Hairs”, wherein an old man lost in the forest finds his way to the wise woman’s hearth, who takes him in and rocks him in her arms. And as she sings to him and rocks him before her fire, he youthens; and when the dawn comes, he flies up to the sky to become the brilliant morning sun. From 2015 through 2017, the Red Madonna Sisterhood, a creative spiritual practice group held within the container of Intentional Creativity, was my center and my source. I have been…

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    Message from the Muse, 10/28/19

    Today begins “Secret Friend Week” at work: a time to share a bit of inspiration or encouragement with a colleague daily. There was a time in my life when I thought stuff like this was rather silly – too forced to be taken seriously. Now I know that play is serious business, and that when my Muse offers a message, I had better listen and share what she has to say. Today, she wanted me to share this simple reminder: Remember to slow down and savor each moment as it comes. Smell the coffee. Taste the bread. Relish the lingering aftertaste while it lasts. Release the moment as a good…

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    Musing on Compassion

    Last night I sat with darker passions – resentment, anger, and pride. I neither denied them, nor gave them free rein, but acknowledged them and allowed them space within myself to be expressed. This morning, for my birthday perhaps, they returned to me a gift of understanding. Take no action in haste, and speak not in anger. Rather, sit with yourself in compassion. Com-Passion: together with passion (1). Allow your passion to be, and like a good friend, ask what it needs you to know. Your darker passions are like winds under your command. You can let them swallow you up, like a tornado, blinding you with the detritus it…

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    Becoming the Ancestors

    The Creative Now So here I am, finally, in my new blog about creativity. To be honest, I feel a bit lost. In such a vast territory, where do I even begin?! The “question of creativity” is enormous, and seems detached from my everyday experience. Then, in the very act of pondering the question, I see it shift under the light of my present consciousness: for these very words on the screen, appearing before my eyes, are an act of creation. I cannot experience creativity in the future or in the past, but only in the NOW. It seems as promising a path as any other, so I tend it further…

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    Every New Beginning…

    Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…” This poignant line from Semisonic’s Closing Time feels most apropos on the day I have finally shut down Mentors and Masterminds, my networking site for administrative professionals, and turn my attention to Tara Erin: Artist in a Cubicle. The scope of Mentors and Masterminds was quite specific, and that specificity was both its beauty and its problem. The beauty of the site was in how quickly and easily I was able to design, build and deliver focused content on the subject of mentoring; the problem lay in the narrowness of the scope. I am an artist and creativity coach, and there…