Young-ha Kim says,
"Art saves our souls and makes us live happily."
So let's all free the artist within.

My soul sings in gratitude.
I’m dancing in the mystery of God.
The light of the Holy One is within me
and I am blessed, so truly blessed.

This goes deeper than human thinking.
I am filled with awe
at Love whose only condition
is to be received.
 
The gift is not for the proud,
for they have no room for it.
The strong and self-sufficient ones
don’t have this awareness.
 
But those who know their emptiness
can rejoice in Love’s fullness.
It’s the Love that we are made for,
the reason for our being.

 It fills our inmost heart space
and brings to birth in us, the Holy One.

Joy Cowley

There is something inspiring about women who go against expectations ...
religious sisters who protest;
society women who fought for the right to vote;
brutalised refugees who speak out against female circumcision;
young women who demand the right to an education;
women who followed their passion into science.
These women encourage; enable; empower; mobilise others.

I feel the ability to dance and to sing and to smile freely is a reflection of an inner joy;
an inner freedom;
an inner contentment. 
The dolls I created for The Smiles Project 
are an expression of this newly liberated ability to dance.

One of the joys of the second half of my life has been to rediscover myself as woman:
not mother or wife or co-worker or friend or employee ...
simply feminine me.
There is a wonderful sense of 'coming home' -
of becoming who I was created to be.

It is the 3rd anniversary of the devastating earthquake that struck Christchurch, NZ.
My reaction was to create a Stations of the Cross.
Others quilted, wrote poetry, organised volunteers.
We all cope with tragedy and chaos in different ways.
Each is valid. Each is healing. Each transforms our world.

I am a creature of doubt.
It has always seemed such a negative trait,
and at times in my life, I have been taught that doubt is sinful.
Especially doubt in God
(or Godde or the divine or LOVE or however we name the un-nameable).
Madeleine L'Engle flips this notion on its head.