<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460</id><updated>2012-01-30T20:55:19.430-08:00</updated><category term='curiosity'/><category term='healing'/><category term='Alzheimer&apos;s disease'/><category term='creative nectar studio'/><category term='celebrate'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='workshop'/><category term='paying it forward'/><category term='process'/><category term='painting for process'/><category term='wholeness'/><category term='consciousness'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='mirror'/><category term='flight'/><category term='giving'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='faith'/><category term='http://www.alz.org/oc/in_my_community_10849.asp'/><category term='memories in the making'/><category term='creative spirit'/><category term='creative blocks'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='baby steps'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='true nature'/><category term='in the zone'/><category term='creative fire'/><category term='open house'/><category term='joseph campbell'/><category term='job'/><category term='hero&apos;s journey'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='flow'/><category term='process painting'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='self-care'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='shift'/><category term='human evolution'/><category term='beginner&apos;s mind'/><category term='class'/><category term='fear'/><category term='love'/><category term='judgment'/><category term='painting'/><category term='breath'/><title type='text'>Creative Nectar Studio</title><subtitle type='html'>Supporting community and juicy living through creativity. Serving the greater Kansas City area.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-9185031465083967942</id><published>2012-01-30T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:38:58.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting for process'/><title type='text'>Falling in Love With Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S80x7ZEFels/TydjJtevOQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/O4asJNrnzNk/s1600/ValentineRetreatImage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S80x7ZEFels/TydjJtevOQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/O4asJNrnzNk/s320/ValentineRetreatImage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703636471566514434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach the Valentine's season,  some questions we'd like to ask you are: &lt;i&gt;Do you remember what brings you joy? Do you know what wholeness feels like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Valentine's holiday has become so commercialized and can also feel so yucky if you're not involved in a romantic relationship. But there's another kind of "love" that does not involve buying things or seeking a special someone who fills the missing pieces of our lives. We're referring to the Love that is true and eternal, that we experience when we return to ourselves and discover our true nature. That Love is not dependent on other people or outer circumstances; it is the natural joy that arises when we are fully present to ourselves and our present-moment experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invite you to say "yes" to you and carve out a little time this month to give back to yourself. In fact, we've planned a daylong retreat &lt;b&gt;Saturday, Feb. 11, 2012&lt;/b&gt; to help you feel pampered as you nurture, restore and unlock your creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will use process painting along with journaling to explore and reconnect with our essence. And special guest Karen Folgarelli will treat us during the afternoon with vibrational sound therapy using zither harps, which cleanse, uplift and de-stress with the frequencies of restoration. You will feel renewed and inspired in this warm and welcoming space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever your plans involve in the coming weeks, we hope they include something that nourishes your heart and soul and brings you the joy that lasts. When you fall in love with yourself, you fall in love with the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namasté,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen &amp;amp; Steph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling in Love With Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Day-long Retreat at Creative Nectar Studio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, February 11, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 am-4:30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$80&lt;br /&gt;More information at our &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/178153032286765/"&gt;Facebook event page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email us at &lt;a href="mailto:creativenectar@hotmail.com"&gt;creativenectar@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; to reserve your spot (Sign-up required by Feb 9th. Limited to 10 participants.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-9185031465083967942?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/9185031465083967942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/9185031465083967942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2012/01/falling-in-love-with-yourself.html' title='Falling in Love With Yourself'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S80x7ZEFels/TydjJtevOQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/O4asJNrnzNk/s72-c/ValentineRetreatImage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-2389858383261041592</id><published>2012-01-21T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:11:42.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginner&apos;s mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><title type='text'>Your Brain on Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxF5gzMFSxI/TxtoerCJzCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OuEMYQxmOT4/s1600/CreativityAndYourBrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxF5gzMFSxI/TxtoerCJzCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OuEMYQxmOT4/s320/CreativityAndYourBrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700264629524614178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that I'm no neuroscientist. I am an artist and workshop facilitator. I have spent countless hours immersed in the creative process. Still, I am absolutely fascinated by the ways engaging the creative process seeps out to affect other areas of our lives. Specifically how painting-for-process--as a mindfulness practice--can bring integration and clarity into our day-to-day routines, relationships, jobs and lives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is unique about this practice--as compared to "art" in general--is that we are creating not for product or a desired outcome, but for the discovery itself and self-awareness it brings. And no matter how difficult it is to still our minds or quiet our inner critics, the place we often arrive at after a process painting session is an &lt;i&gt;integrated&lt;/i&gt; state. A coherence of body, mind, emotions, thoughts, etc, that brings a peaceful clarity and sense of unity of self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some of the qualities we develop from process painting that can benefit our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Open, Receptive Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice of painting for process helps us soften our mental labels and develop a sense of curiosity toward life and whatever is unfolding before us. The Zen Buddhists refer to this as "beginner's mind"--or having an attitude of openness, eagerness and a lack of preconceptions when studying a subject. We open ourselves to unlimited possibilities when we learn to let go of our judgements. This is an invaluable skill when it comes to thinking "outside the box" to solve problems in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living "In the Zone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we paint mindfully, we are painting with our whole being. This means surrendering to the process wholly and allowing it to move through us, rather than allowing our brains to command tasks of our hands and bodies. At the same time, when we are engaged in an activity wholeheartedly while immersed in a focused concentration, we set up the conditions to live "in the zone" or "flow", as described by flow psychology. This is the timeless and blissful state of total efficiency and integration, and can be experienced in &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; area of our lives (whether we are painting, playing a sport, completing a task at work, doing the dishes, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reduced Stress/Increased Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are natural by-products of the process when we discover that there are no mistakes, that we can trust our own process, and that we can accept ourselves and others &lt;i&gt;just as we've shown up&lt;/i&gt;. An inner joy arises when we make the shift from black &amp;amp; white judgments to "full-spectrum" thinking, and when our inner creative child--unconditioned by our culture's biases and limitations-- can come out and play.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I invite you to give process painting a try if you are looking for ways to dissolve blocks, expand your awareness and create from the inside out. And you just might find that possibilities open in other, seemingly "non-related" areas of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live your creativity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-2389858383261041592?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/2389858383261041592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/2389858383261041592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2012/01/your-brain-on-creativity.html' title='Your Brain on Creativity'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxF5gzMFSxI/TxtoerCJzCI/AAAAAAAAAuk/OuEMYQxmOT4/s72-c/CreativityAndYourBrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3442103033640109591</id><published>2012-01-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:42:47.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Painting is My Greatest Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*This is an eleven year old journal entry about painting and expectations. Unfortunately, those pesky expectations still follow me around on a daily basis. The good news is I don't hang on to them as long as I did back then. Painting really is teaching me how to live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCynIV1jXU/Txc8sZ7k54I/AAAAAAAAARo/Gb9O5PlycRs/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCynIV1jXU/Txc8sZ7k54I/AAAAAAAAARo/Gb9O5PlycRs/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Painting is teaching me how to live." I can still remember hearing those words from a fellow painter over a year ago and now I was writing them in my journal feeling, as she must have felt, grateful and in awe of the process. As I write I realize painting is the only work I can do that transitions naturally from the page out into my daily life.I've read tons of books. I've meditated and chanted and gone to a lecture here and there. But painting allows me to face myself and my choices each time I put paint to paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night as I began to work on a painting that had been unfolding for several months, a beautiful woman began to emerge effortlessly from a pink and powerful flower. She was silver and fuchsia with black outlines. I was there for her with every paint stroke, providing the muscle and love needed to create her.It was a smooth and pleasurable experience. The genuine joy I experienced that night was unmatched and I was genuinely sad to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't paint for a few days and began to miss the warm connection the fuchsia woman and i had shared.I was excited to see her again! When I was able to paint again I got right to it knowing she must have been missing me as much as I missed her. As I began to paint I could tell immediately something wasn't right. Things felt awkward and forced. I was expecting a repeat performance of the other night and she wasn't cooperating. Where was my joyful bliss-filled connection? It would seem my joy had been replaced by an ugly cold shoulder, a blatant refusal to bend to my direction and do as I expected. All I wanted was to give her a beautiful face and it wasn't working. In fact, the harder I pushed the more contorted her features became. I simply could not accept the fact that her face wasn't going to look the way I wanted and it hurt me to look at her misshapen features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it so important to me that she appear beautiful? Was it easier for me to deal with a beautiful face? I had expected our time together to mirror our last meeting and when that didn't happen I clung to the idea that I could change her and the moment to give me what I wanted. I pushed and pulled against the current that night, trying to make the situation feel good.It never occurred to me that I could accept what was happening and just go with it... maybe even get a little curious about what the situation had to offer. That night, instead of being present for what wanted to show up, I made the choice to try to fix things and focus on all that I perceived to be "wrong" with my painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I realized this was how I was choosing to live my life. I was constantly attaching certain expectations to everything and everyone. It was starting to dawn on me that by creating these expectations I was setting myself up for all sorts of disappointments. Admittedly this was not a foreign concept to me. Reading all my books and going to my various lectures and workshops had allowed me to visit and revisit the idea of living without expectations. But that night, nose to nose with my painting, I &lt;em&gt;felt &lt;/em&gt;it. For the first time I truly took it in and understood that I was the one who was making it so hard. I was choosing to struggle when I could just let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3442103033640109591?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3442103033640109591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3442103033640109591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2012/01/painting-is-my-greatest-teacher.html' title='Painting is My Greatest Teacher'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcCynIV1jXU/Txc8sZ7k54I/AAAAAAAAARo/Gb9O5PlycRs/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-801987737784626739</id><published>2012-01-11T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:41:45.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year/New You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuxjcVZBHpk/Tw2RZ5fBiUI/AAAAAAAAARY/HGhNsPkitHU/s1600/NewYearNewYou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuxjcVZBHpk/Tw2RZ5fBiUI/AAAAAAAAARY/HGhNsPkitHU/s1600/NewYearNewYou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January marks the begining of a new year and the chance to start fresh. When we  sit down with pen and paper to come up with a list of resolutions for the  coming year, often the plans include losing weight or "getting into shape",  making more money or starting a new relationship. But how often do we include  "self care" as a resolution? So many of us are too busy helping others--or  trying to lose those extra pounds--that we forget an important truth: Getting to  know our true self and finding our center (if only for a few hours a month) will  &lt;em&gt;help all else fall into place&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month and all year long we  invite you to take some time for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love in the new  year!&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-801987737784626739?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/801987737784626739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/801987737784626739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-yearnew-you.html' title='New Year/New You'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuxjcVZBHpk/Tw2RZ5fBiUI/AAAAAAAAARY/HGhNsPkitHU/s72-c/NewYearNewYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-7765484073781445990</id><published>2011-12-27T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:40:05.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginner&apos;s mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosity'/><title type='text'>The Art of Getting Curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdT4Urbiwfc/Tvp15o1o95I/AAAAAAAAAo4/Eiz3_g8lJ7M/s1600/GettingCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdT4Urbiwfc/Tvp15o1o95I/AAAAAAAAAo4/Eiz3_g8lJ7M/s320/GettingCurious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690990712211437458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a bird ... it's a plane ... it's a make-up-wearing volcano carrying a handbag! Seriously, this is what process painting can be like when you're present to the flow. We have ideas of what we want to paint, or what the desired outcome should look like. But when we just start making marks and follow our energy and curiosity--without being too quick to label--well, look out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is we often censor what wants to come out. What? Abraham Lincoln goes &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;? A baby on a candy cane in the middle of my masterpiece? &lt;i&gt;No way&lt;/i&gt;. What will the others think of me? But when we say "no" to what our creative spark wants, we often find we get bored. Or tired. Or we just don't want to paint anymore. And suddenly the thrill is gone. We're creatively blocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you simply remain curious as a child and just &lt;i&gt;play--&lt;/i&gt;remaining open enough to explore this new thing before you? That means not taking your painting (or yourself) too seriously.  It means listening closely enough to hear the needs of the moment, and allowing them to unfold organically &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; having the answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It requires having enough trust in ourselves and in the process that we can stand back and receive. We do not have to be in control. In fact, we're not! (Much to our dismay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; this?" With fresh eyes and a beginner's mind, "Where does this want to go?" Let it go. It might not make any sense. It might be more fantastic than your mind can conceive.  When you're following the thread of your authentic creative spark, the universe is the limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-7765484073781445990?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7765484073781445990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7765484073781445990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/12/art-of-getting-curious.html' title='The Art of Getting Curious'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdT4Urbiwfc/Tvp15o1o95I/AAAAAAAAAo4/Eiz3_g8lJ7M/s72-c/GettingCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-4277629227988464446</id><published>2011-12-03T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:41:05.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative nectar studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paying it forward'/><title type='text'>Paying it Forward</title><content type='html'>It's  December ... that magical month that ushers in the holidays, family tradition and the feeling of gratitude and goodwill for all. We too are feeling grateful for the opportunity to share our passion for creativity and the healing it can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because process painting has personally helped both of us in profound ways, we feel that anyone who has the desire to paint—regardless of their finacial situation—should be able to paint. We do not turn anyone away due to an inability to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been moved by the painting process yourself? Or just want to provide an opportunity for others? Please help us "pay it forward"! We are graciously receiving contributions—no matter how large or small. Please find our "donate" button on this website if you feel so moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping Creative Nectar continue to offer what we are most passionate about: Bringing the power of the creative process to as many people as possible.&lt;br /&gt;We wish you peace, joy and abundance this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRekpiEYVMM/TtoaTmIYN1I/AAAAAAAAANg/GUpfSAs-F7A/s1600/380389_296307267057947_171327862889222_1048830_2132779007_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRekpiEYVMM/TtoaTmIYN1I/AAAAAAAAANg/GUpfSAs-F7A/s320/380389_296307267057947_171327862889222_1048830_2132779007_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-4277629227988464446?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4277629227988464446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4277629227988464446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/12/paying-it-forward.html' title='Paying it Forward'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRekpiEYVMM/TtoaTmIYN1I/AAAAAAAAANg/GUpfSAs-F7A/s72-c/380389_296307267057947_171327862889222_1048830_2132779007_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3718560064301602640</id><published>2011-11-21T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:45:06.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgment'/><title type='text'>Gratitude for the whole shabang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12YuUe8Z2UU/TsrS9XUThkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RhkL6YO3lPc/s1600/CornucopiaOfLife.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12YuUe8Z2UU/TsrS9XUThkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RhkL6YO3lPc/s320/CornucopiaOfLife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677582231926965826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; season ... the time to reflect on those things we are grateful for. My list includes the big stuff--My family &amp;amp; friends, my partner, my health, my art and creativity, Creative Nectar Studio and all participants, our mother Earth, and all the love that surrounds me constantly. All the wonderful things that make life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a meditation group I attended earlier this week, one participant commented on how quick we as humans are to label things. Good or bad. Beautiful or ugly. Pleasant or painful. Right or wrong. We live in a world of duality, where "this" appears separate from "that". She came to the conclusion that no matter how we label or judge an experience--even if we call it "icky"--that on a deep level, beyond the world comparison, it has intrinsic beauty simply because it exists. It &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, and therefore it is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ended a relationship and felt like you were returning to even more of yourself? Or have you ever had an illness and learned something from it, like how to tune in to your body and listen more? Have you ever lost money, only to find that you were more willing to receive from others and appreciate the things you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can expand my gratitude list to include my divorce, my inner critic, my rejection letters, my physical pains, my fears, and all the years spent trying to please others. Each stepping stone along the way has brought me to this moment right where I am--Wiser and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it a point not to comment on one another's paintings in workshops, even with positive feedback. The reason is to not inhibit the creative flow and pre-condition us for the next painting we do. But on another level, it is honoring what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; ... what has been given life right in front of us. It trains us to appreciate and honor the full cornucopia of life experiences that come our way without being so quick to judge, label and file away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge for you: Are you willing to find the blessing in every experience you've encountered on your life's journey? Can you feel gratitude for even the yucky stuff? The whole shabang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3718560064301602640?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3718560064301602640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3718560064301602640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-for-whole-shabang.html' title='Gratitude for the whole shabang'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12YuUe8Z2UU/TsrS9XUThkI/AAAAAAAAAm4/RhkL6YO3lPc/s72-c/CornucopiaOfLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-7152610738154957826</id><published>2011-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:32:57.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra Firma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9egRJsBvkO4/TsEtos9fbnI/AAAAAAAAANY/8Pj71lLT1yM/s1600/77162_1598017302814_1007442183_31753863_3494423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9egRJsBvkO4/TsEtos9fbnI/AAAAAAAAANY/8Pj71lLT1yM/s320/77162_1598017302814_1007442183_31753863_3494423_n.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;terra firma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron0x"&gt;[ˈfɜːmə]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the solid earth; firm ground &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="etyseg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[from Latin]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;hc_dict()&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to Boston to visit my brother. On the way back, the plane I was on flew through a thunderstorm. Most of the trip was bumpy but managable. The collective mood of the passengers was light hearted and we all made the best of a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;turbulant situation. About 45 minutes before we were to land the captain came on the intercom to announce that up until that point our flight had been a moderate one. He told us the rest of the flight would be .... well to paraphrase... he told us to go to the bathroom if we had to as fast as&amp;nbsp;we could and then buckle up&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;prepare for a seriously bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit freaked...I won't lie. But I thought I would be fine. I had been chanting my preferred Sanskrit mantra in my head and continued to do so. I would just pretend I was on a roller coaster and concentrate on the mantra.Within 15 minutes we were in the thick of it. My mind,&amp;nbsp;chanting away,was surprised to learn that it could multitask. In addition to chanting it&amp;nbsp;was also&amp;nbsp;watching the passengers in the front of the plane bouncing around...up and down...back and forth, all the while gathering&amp;nbsp;the necessary data of recent situations (odd and miraculous forgiveness and leaps of faith&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp; uncharacteristic happiness ) so that by the time we hit an air pocket that left us free falling and most of us shrieking, my mind's conclusion was&amp;nbsp;inevitable....we were going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was cleared up things really came into focus and I started to realise I had very little left I felt I needed to do. I ... for the first time....felt pretty good about how things were in my life. I certainly had no regrets about leaving my job or wearing the same shirt two days in a row or even how much &lt;br /&gt;money was in my bank account. Also, a lot of&amp;nbsp;things that had for years felt unresolved had just recently been healed and resolved. In the whole of my life I had only two regrets. One of them was that I didn't have the chance to see Creative Nectar really serve her purpose and I didn't get to paint with&lt;strong&gt; nearly&lt;/strong&gt; enough people. It was hard to fully understand that one. I had felt so strongly that starting Creative Nectar Studio with Jen and process painting with as many people as possible was my purpose. It didn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeedless to say we landed safely. The next day every muscle in my body hurt from the uncontrollable shaking, but I was alive. I now know even more than ever that I&amp;nbsp;am living my life on purpose and I have more time to paint with as many people as possible. I&amp;nbsp;am grinning from ear to ear and pleased beyond words to be back on terra firma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you are still alive,it isn't."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Richard Bach (Illusions)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-7152610738154957826?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7152610738154957826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7152610738154957826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/11/terra-firma.html' title='Terra Firma'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9egRJsBvkO4/TsEtos9fbnI/AAAAAAAAANY/8Pj71lLT1yM/s72-c/77162_1598017302814_1007442183_31753863_3494423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3261638569655497163</id><published>2011-11-10T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:45:37.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative nectar studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open house'/><title type='text'>Open House this Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmBKmLVTa_k/TrxQL_6eJII/AAAAAAAAAlc/HFWlyQk1Lj4/s1600/OpenHousePromo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmBKmLVTa_k/TrxQL_6eJII/AAAAAAAAAlc/HFWlyQk1Lj4/s320/OpenHousePromo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673497797645444226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are invited to drop by the studio this Sunday, Nov 13th between 1-5:00, where you can preview the process-painting experience while enjoying refreshments and community in our newly painted space. You'll also have a chance to chat with us and learn about our expanded offerings for 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would love to see you Sunday! For more information, visit the FB &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/event.php?eid=296427710374093" target="_blank"&gt;event page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For a map and directions to the studio, &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=creative+nectar+studio&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;ei=LFG8TpGPNs6S2AXW8MS0Bw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=mode_link&amp;amp;ct=mode&amp;amp;cd=3&amp;amp;ved=0CAoQ_AUoAg" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3261638569655497163?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3261638569655497163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3261638569655497163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/11/join-us-sunday-for-our-open-house.html' title='Open House this Sunday!'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmBKmLVTa_k/TrxQL_6eJII/AAAAAAAAAlc/HFWlyQk1Lj4/s72-c/OpenHousePromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-8061211304178824877</id><published>2011-11-06T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:46:32.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wholeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting for process'/><title type='text'>Returning to Wholeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpAJfDmMPEI/Trcv07PknvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DDbcUr7RVxc/s1600/ReturnToWholeness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpAJfDmMPEI/Trcv07PknvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DDbcUr7RVxc/s320/ReturnToWholeness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672054841999138546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing happens in us and through us the moment we surrender to a power greater than our egos. Have you ever felt that "ahhhh..." that happens when you realize that whatever was tormenting you only existed in the moment in your MIND, and that it has no ultimate power over you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, really? What about my "story"? My "issue"? (You know what I'm talking about: The great obstacle you've spent your life overcoming.) It's almost like now it has a life all its own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you be if, in this moment, you had no history? No baggage. No illness. No failed relationships. No debt. No "story". Not even an individual personality! Just simply this BREATH. Who would you be? What would you feel? What would arise naturally from this state of pure being? What would want to express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ARE an expression of pure being. You are this breath. You are whole and complete. Whatever stories flood your mind are just the commentary swimming on the surface. At the depths of your being, there is stillness and peace. There is wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you return to wholeness, your natural state...&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: Our process painting day-long workshop this Saturday Nov. 12th will include a special treat: the healing/harmonizing vibrations of zither harps with guest Karen Folgarelli. Join us for a day of balance, renewal, and color! $80* suggested fee (*No one will be turned away due to financial concerns) &lt;a href="mailto:creativenectar@hotmail.com"&gt;Email us&lt;/a&gt; to reserve your spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-8061211304178824877?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8061211304178824877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8061211304178824877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/11/returning-to-wholeness.html' title='Returning to Wholeness'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpAJfDmMPEI/Trcv07PknvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/DDbcUr7RVxc/s72-c/ReturnToWholeness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-6703696740725707128</id><published>2011-10-31T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:47:16.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><title type='text'>Shift is Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J6fuHCRzHQ/Tq6omWeM_cI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R72b-o0HL0Y/s1600/GreatShiftPtg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J6fuHCRzHQ/Tq6omWeM_cI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R72b-o0HL0Y/s320/GreatShiftPtg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669654357726789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some ponderings on the human condition and our evolution-in-progress …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was born during the Dark Ages, when humans used to burn the planet's fossil fuels just to get around, and prescribed "treatments" that caused harmful side-effects, and hoarded money while others starved, and lived under a spell of slavery to the Almighty Clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a time when you could be judged and condemned because of who you loved, or because of the color of your skin, or because of which path to God you chose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a time when more money was spent on war than on educating and feeding the world's children. Forests and pastures were destroyed to develop a multiplying, yet disposable, economy. Humans would consume more than they could handle. And they sought happiness in all the wrong places, all the while eroding into a numbed depression …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then one day, or year, or millennium, some of the humans began to question why nothing was satisfying. They began to wonder, "Is what we know to be true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; the ultimate reality? The final destination? Everyday, racing the clock, trying to impress, trying to win, trying to get ahead?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to find everlasting happiness …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The humans started listening to what made their hearts feel vibrant. For some, it was leaving the grand delusion and returning to nature. For some, it was taking time to create. For some, it was helping others. And for some, it was simply feeling gratitude for what IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's how it all started. That's what began the Great Shift …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-6703696740725707128?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/6703696740725707128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/6703696740725707128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/10/shift-is-happening.html' title='Shift is Happening'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5J6fuHCRzHQ/Tq6omWeM_cI/AAAAAAAAAlE/R72b-o0HL0Y/s72-c/GreatShiftPtg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-4252875718023726403</id><published>2011-10-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:25:28.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A ship in a port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for." —Grace Murray Hopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--e9yTbO6C78/TqN5ozq_IrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0SOnPyydwIA/s1600/RoomOfPainters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--e9yTbO6C78/TqN5ozq_IrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0SOnPyydwIA/s320/RoomOfPainters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666506498134450866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZVUZF7R2HE/TqN5uVPtsoI/AAAAAAAAAks/jxrHcKI5wgI/s1600/BryanPainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZVUZF7R2HE/TqN5uVPtsoI/AAAAAAAAAks/jxrHcKI5wgI/s320/BryanPainting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666506593046213250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoHa_wk8dYg/TqN58GBu-QI/AAAAAAAAAk4/24VrsjEkaJM/s1600/JuicyWall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoHa_wk8dYg/TqN58GBu-QI/AAAAAAAAAk4/24VrsjEkaJM/s320/JuicyWall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666506829479213314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we painted while asking ourselves these questions, which I now ask YOU, dear reader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; built for? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you living your potential? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you had no fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-4252875718023726403?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4252875718023726403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4252875718023726403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/10/beyond-fear.html' title='Beyond Fear'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--e9yTbO6C78/TqN5ozq_IrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0SOnPyydwIA/s72-c/RoomOfPainters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-1524413368799549123</id><published>2011-10-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:48:26.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true nature'/><title type='text'>A Day to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KoF2FlAzhY/Tp5MzQ5v0DI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U70eQ57aE8c/s1600/CelebratingHeart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KoF2FlAzhY/Tp5MzQ5v0DI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U70eQ57aE8c/s320/CelebratingHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665049824872878130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I celebrated the 35th anniversary of coming into this physical world. I can safely say it was a near-perfect day. I was showered with well-wishes from dear friends (thank you Facebook), I spent quality time with my sweetheart, had lunch with my mom, made some meaningful business connections, and spent a good portion of the day engrossed in my own creative process at the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, the universe gave me a beautiful sunset--the kind that makes you gasp out loud and run for the paints. In fact, my time at the studio today was the greatest gift at all. My relentless inner critic took the day off--surprisingly--and left me in the bliss of playing with color and knowing exactly which mark to make next, feeling a deep satisfaction knowing that I'm on purpose and led in the right directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just 4 days after getting a heart-breaking rejection letter from a prospective gallery that I'd been pursuing for years. And just a day after feeling the grief of knowing that my time on a particular path had run its course and it was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may being saying "So what?" Well, I'll tell you what it means to me: Things will come and things will go, and we might as well be doing the things we love and spending our time with people we care about, and letting our inner light shine. Because we can waste our lives away with what-ifs and should-haves and feeling sorry for ourselves, but THIS is the moment that counts. This is the life we have, and it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is a day to celebrate. Despite challenges and heartbreak. If your heart can be broken--Rejoice! At least you know you're ALIVE (and not a walking-dead zombie). So FEEL it, and then when you feel better, take the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in alignment with our true nature, living on purpose and doing what we love, we are bound for glory, no matter what life throws at us. In fact, there is nothing in this world that can keep you from your good. Nothing that can put out your fire or dampen your creative spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-hoo! That is something to celebrate!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-1524413368799549123?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/1524413368799549123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/1524413368799549123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-to-celebrate.html' title='A Day to Celebrate'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KoF2FlAzhY/Tp5MzQ5v0DI/AAAAAAAAAkU/U70eQ57aE8c/s72-c/CelebratingHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-8845085217100621359</id><published>2011-10-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:52:37.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Time is Limited.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQet8tglo8Y/TprixpSfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E2d0ZAOqNfg/s1600/IMG_20111013_104513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQet8tglo8Y/TprixpSfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E2d0ZAOqNfg/s320/IMG_20111013_104513.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be  trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking.  Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most  important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow  already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Steve Jobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;August&amp;nbsp;I quit my job in a&amp;nbsp; position I held for over 9 years. I was acting on a very deep gut feeling that I had to leave.&amp;nbsp;Staying was no longer an option, I literally had to get out of there and do what my heart was calling me to do or a part of me would die. I had the notion to leave way before August but something always kept me there....I say "something" obviously it was fear. Still, my inner voice remained and became stronger and louder. Between that and a few things that happened at the office... I &amp;nbsp;literally felt pushed out of the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gave my two week notice, my boss called me crazy. She honestly thought I was losing my mind. Who, in their right mind,would leave a secure job of 9 years at the age of 42 in the middle of a recession without a backup plan other than her small 401k? I am sure it did seem crazy...especially since only a month or so earlier I had announced I needed to use a week of vacation to meet a man in Budapest&amp;nbsp;I had been talking&amp;nbsp;with over the Internet!&amp;nbsp; Another co-worker asked if I was having a mid-life crisis? And you know, maybe I was. It is not an accident this phrase exists.I think &amp;nbsp;Around the age of 40 most of us start to recognize that our time is limited.&amp;nbsp;We start to evaluate our life and what&amp;nbsp;we have in front of us. I didn't like what I saw and I knew...for me....&amp;nbsp;things needed to change. I was indeed wasting my life working&amp;nbsp;for someone else's dream when I knew what my own&amp;nbsp;dream was and&amp;nbsp;continued to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it reminded me of painting. How many times had I been painting when an image wanted to show up on the page that I didn't understand or disapproved of because it wasn't pleasing to my eye?? Or...here's a big one....because I didn't know how to paint it! Generally I know that when I don't surrender to what wants to come I feel miserable inside and out.&amp;nbsp;I have learned that until I&amp;nbsp;surrender to the image or color or whatever is asking to be painted...I am just going through the motions and&amp;nbsp;that edgy dissatisfaction does not&amp;nbsp;go away. So why not in life?? If I am learning to trust my intuition in painting...maybe it's not so different in "real" life. Once again painting was showing me how to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I now spend my days doing what I absolutely love. My world is full of vibrant color. Just the other day I painted with a friend, her daughter and her mother. Three generations there in the studio painting. It was magic! I don't know how this will all play out and sometimes it doesn't make sense and seems a little crazy...but I do it anyway. Oh and the guy I met in Budapest.....6 months and going strong. I am learning to trust what wants to come onto my page and I am continually delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In peace and gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - We have a workshop scheduled Saturday 10.22 and I would love to paint with you!!&lt;br /&gt;Let us know if you'd like to sign up: &lt;a href="mailto:creativenectar@hotmail.com"&gt;creativenectar@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-8845085217100621359?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8845085217100621359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8845085217100621359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-time-is-limited.html' title='Your Time is Limited.....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQet8tglo8Y/TprixpSfJ6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/E2d0ZAOqNfg/s72-c/IMG_20111013_104513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-5118611384761587751</id><published>2011-10-04T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T05:54:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Playing Small Does Not Serve The World....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="qo"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;span class="qc"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Marianne Williamson "A Return To Love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvX5MYxmCsk/TosBt5QtZuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t4WUy7DJ9Sg/s1600/180935_193657143989627_171327862889222_595060_3229835_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvX5MYxmCsk/TosBt5QtZuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t4WUy7DJ9Sg/s320/180935_193657143989627_171327862889222_595060_3229835_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;I find that as I paint I am slowly&amp;nbsp; uncovering my own light. Sometimes it feels like the excavation will never end.&amp;nbsp;But... there are the times I am able to bask in the rays of&amp;nbsp;that brillant sun shining brightly beneath layers of dust and rubble. For me painting is sometimes transformative...sometimes rejuvenating, but always necessary in my quest for true self acceptance.The reason I am so passionate about the painting process is because I know how deeply it is changing me....and I want to share it with as many people as possible. I am so grateful for the studio and the painting communityand&amp;nbsp;for the chance to let my light shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-5118611384761587751?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/5118611384761587751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/5118611384761587751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-playing-small-does-not-serve-world.html' title='Your Playing Small Does Not Serve The World....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvX5MYxmCsk/TosBt5QtZuI/AAAAAAAAAMk/t4WUy7DJ9Sg/s72-c/180935_193657143989627_171327862889222_595060_3229835_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-1307318127642531839</id><published>2011-09-26T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T13:03:45.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting ...... Helps Me Stay Balanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIg9l9BEzn8/ToDXW-DO83I/AAAAAAAAAMg/eA-C2VbzaZY/s1600/IMG_20110925_132759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIg9l9BEzn8/ToDXW-DO83I/AAAAAAAAAMg/eA-C2VbzaZY/s320/IMG_20110925_132759.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been wanting to write for some time now about the painting process and how it continues to deeply impact my life. I have written "blog" on my to-do list for days now and something always comes up stopping me from my blogging mission. Today it was my computer monitor...she died this morning. I had no warning....No "death rattle" from her flat and delicate screen....just gone.&lt;br /&gt;This put me in a surprising position of panic. As&amp;nbsp;the day&amp;nbsp;progressed I realised that without a monitor I was able to do almost&amp;nbsp;nothing! I could not Facebook,Skype or blog. I wasn't able to listen to music or check the news...I had been stripped down to the bare bones....e-mail....and only from my phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to step back for a minute and just observe my craziness around it all. What on earth has happened to me?? There was a time, not so long ago actually, when my only concern was that I was maybe watching too much television. And now I think to myself proudly and often how I've kicked that habit square in the butt!! How many times have I casually pointed out to friends...&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I don't know about that...I don't watch a lot of TV...I don't have cable."&lt;br /&gt;What I sometimes fail to mention is that I do&amp;nbsp;have the internet and a Roku player!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am learning from all this is yes, I have become entirely too dependent on technology. When the mere loss of a monitor for a few hours nearly sends&amp;nbsp;me over the edge, it's time to reevaluate some things. But it is painting that keeps me balanced. The minute I step into the studio and smell the paints I feel like I'm&amp;nbsp;home. It is quiet and that quiet nourishes me. I paint in silence (just as we do in a workshop) I stay present with the brushstrokes and I breathe...deeply. I accept things as they show up on the paper and I try not to judge them. I give myself a break when I do and I keep the brush moving.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for this process as I realise that even today, when I was so upset about my forced disconnect from the world of technology, I was able to step back and give myself room to "freak". Not only that, but&amp;nbsp;I was able to observe how I responded and just sort of laugh about it. I judged...but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have another monitor....and as a result&amp;nbsp;I am blogging about the huge love of my life...process painting....I guess technology isn't so bad after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, &lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-1307318127642531839?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/1307318127642531839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/1307318127642531839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/09/painting-helps-me-stay-balanced.html' title='Painting ...... Helps Me Stay Balanced'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIg9l9BEzn8/ToDXW-DO83I/AAAAAAAAAMg/eA-C2VbzaZY/s72-c/IMG_20110925_132759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-8757012610604091337</id><published>2011-09-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:44:22.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Dip your toes in this Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNeRmeY9ugA/Tm1xa7USiII/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z-kTqinuTBk/s1600/FriAmSept9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNeRmeY9ugA/Tm1xa7USiII/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z-kTqinuTBk/s320/FriAmSept9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find ourselves with an extra Friday morning available in our painting schedule this coming Friday, Sept 16th. The studio will be open for anyone who would like to take a bit of time for themselves and paint from the inside out on Sept 16th from 10am-12:30. Because this morning was a last minute add, we are offering the session on a donation basis with no registration needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been curious but haven't had the money, or weren't sure about your schedule ... come on by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Juicy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-8757012610604091337?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8757012610604091337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8757012610604091337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/09/dip-your-toes-in-this-friday.html' title='Dip your toes in this Friday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PNeRmeY9ugA/Tm1xa7USiII/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z-kTqinuTBk/s72-c/FriAmSept9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-7470166537142557222</id><published>2011-08-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:43:34.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joseph campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero&apos;s journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>Painting as a Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HAUc8aMTlg/TlR7JdOEX8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/THVMS6OKMvk/s1600/PtgAsMirrorPost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HAUc8aMTlg/TlR7JdOEX8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/THVMS6OKMvk/s320/PtgAsMirrorPost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644271635394748354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The process of painting brings me face to face with the truth of the moment--to the ME that cannot be escaped. There can be no masks, no fabrications. This can be a scary place, truly, but a place as real and as honest as it can get. In this way, painting is like a mirror of my internal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about the way the painting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt;, which is a physical result, but painting rather as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt;. The process of showing up to the vastness of the unknown without instructions or a road map. Facing whatever is there: The internal voices in my head that question and moan and try to convince me to ditch the studio to go get something to snack on, or go  have a beer...ANYTHING but face the apparent emptiness and uncertainty that is felt in my gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But staying with the truth of the moment can bring some interesting results: It's as if the doubts and fears are like the terrifying monsters that stand guard at the temple of the Divine. After seeing them for what they are and courageously stay with them, or even take a step forward, they will eventually be silenced and bow before us, opening the way to a new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our practice... The "Hero's Journey" as Joseph Campbell called it. Standing in our courage and journeying into the unknown, unmoved by fears and distractions and driven by a deep-seated desire to know ourselves and find our bliss. And it starts in the present moment, right where we are, without masks, standing before our painting. As sobering and humbling as it is, where else in our lives can we find such moments of pure honesty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-7470166537142557222?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7470166537142557222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7470166537142557222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/08/painting-as-mirror.html' title='Painting as a Mirror'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HAUc8aMTlg/TlR7JdOEX8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/THVMS6OKMvk/s72-c/PtgAsMirrorPost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3647016845777884896</id><published>2011-08-04T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:54:03.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August @ the Studio</title><content type='html'>Hello.....&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick entry to let fellow painters know we are taking a break the month of August as we refocus and rework the schedule for September.&lt;br /&gt;This should be an exciting Fall for Creative Nectar. Sarah Oblinger will be back September 16th - 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahoblinger.com/"&gt;http://www.sarahoblinger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwRm3AGL4fY/TjqH64hhf_I/AAAAAAAAALs/q32KRIChcsc/s1600/winter2011.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwRm3AGL4fY/TjqH64hhf_I/AAAAAAAAALs/q32KRIChcsc/s320/winter2011.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and Jenny and I will both have more time to devote to the schedule and facillitation. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your continued support....we look forward to seeing you in the coming months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3647016845777884896?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3647016845777884896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3647016845777884896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-studio.html' title='August @ the Studio'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwRm3AGL4fY/TjqH64hhf_I/AAAAAAAAALs/q32KRIChcsc/s72-c/winter2011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-656960047840083700</id><published>2011-07-26T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:11:35.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ytJzL9-Esg/Ti-lru2mTuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/C2rF3Sg0210/s1600/LeapOfFaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ytJzL9-Esg/Ti-lru2mTuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/C2rF3Sg0210/s320/LeapOfFaith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633903829593771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. After 12 years of steady employment for the same company, I quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that things were miserable, or that I didn't love the people (because I do) or that I was stagnant (because I was still learning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I quit my job: Because my soul was nudging me. Something in me is calling me to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;. To share more. To create more. To live authentically. On purpose. To stop playing small and live the life of my own creating. And this, to me, means devoting my full attention to my art and to painting workshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what? I made it through what felt like the hardest part: Telling everyone (and in my mind, "letting everyone down"). I worked through my last weeks and tied up as many loose ends as I could. Suddenly my days are open-ended. All possibilities exist. And I feel like I did a few years ago when I went hang-gliding over the hills of Georgia. The small plane that pulled us up into the air by rope suddenly "cut the cord" to release the glider--what followed was a moment of mid-air suspension and sheer terror as my stomach nearly jumped out of my body. Okay, that might be exaggerating a little, but I am having moments of panic interlaced with feelings of pure joy and excitement. The first night after my last day at work I had dreams of drowning. The second night I had dreams of planes crashing because they didn't have any wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise friend suggested--when I told her I was "taking the leap"--to instead use the phrase "I am taking flight." I like that, because it doesn't have the sense of urgent panic but rather suggests spreading one's wings and soaring. Riding the wind and letting one's natural sense of direction lead the way. It doesn't feel as haphazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go. In process painting I often encourage painters to take risks. I feel that now, more than ever, I am living my talk. Because life really is like a painting. One stroke at a time. All possibilities open. Awaiting our discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-656960047840083700?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/656960047840083700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/656960047840083700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/07/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ytJzL9-Esg/Ti-lru2mTuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/C2rF3Sg0210/s72-c/LeapOfFaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3286533618032421194</id><published>2011-04-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:21:58.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love painting.....</title><content type='html'>Saturday's workshop was awesome! I am always so blown away by how powerful the painting process is and how even now I can still be so resistive to showing up for that next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our writing exercise we were asked to take a few minutes and journal about what it is we freely give to others but do not give ourselves. I was somewhat surprised to find that I freely give kindness and acceptance to others and not to myself. I realized that a big part of this process is about cultivating self&amp;nbsp; acceptance&amp;nbsp;and self care. Painting asks me to show up for myself and to be patient and kind as I come face to face with a deep part of myself that isn't always pleasant to look at.&amp;nbsp;What I am discovering is when I choose to stay present with what wants to show up on the paper and find some way to soften into the images....they transform into something beautiful. Later that day, I&amp;nbsp;found myself smiling and saying to the bold painting in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLbyq_XyfY/Ta3qveWV49I/AAAAAAAAALo/G1wD7R4-t8I/s1600/189559_200358769986131_171327862889222_642496_6822406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLbyq_XyfY/Ta3qveWV49I/AAAAAAAAALo/G1wD7R4-t8I/s320/189559_200358769986131_171327862889222_642496_6822406_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I like you...very much, just as you are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3286533618032421194?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3286533618032421194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3286533618032421194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-painting.html' title='I love painting.....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRLbyq_XyfY/Ta3qveWV49I/AAAAAAAAALo/G1wD7R4-t8I/s72-c/189559_200358769986131_171327862889222_642496_6822406_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-6080602195255340862</id><published>2011-03-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:47:49.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby steps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>One step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ9ofrJmZ_M/TYgp2fHMXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/6oKfLnjuzhM/s1600/JenPtg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ9ofrJmZ_M/TYgp2fHMXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/6oKfLnjuzhM/s320/JenPtg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a big day for me and Stephanie. We took a significant step toward giving outer form to our dream, and are proud to say that Creative Nectar Studio is now an official business entity recognized by the state of Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not sound big, but what will follow is huge. In a way it is like putting a mark on paper. Unlimited potential and possibilities exist in the vastness of the blank page, and when we make a mark, we are saying "There, this exists. This is alive now." And each mark we make from there is in response to and in relationship with that first step taken. What grows from there is unknown but unfolding dynamically in each moment. All in relationship to what has come before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something stirring in each of us that wants to be born through us. We are the vehicles through which the formless comes into being. You have something unique to contribute to the world—otherwise you would not be here in this form, at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we don't take that first step? What if we don't make a mark? Or play a note? Or speak the word? Then something within us goes unexpressed. We can feel the temptation to resist the first step out of fear (What if...,what if...?) Sure, we can doubt our own abilities (and undoubtedly we do) but MAYBE we could simply feel the fear and trembling and notice the debilitating thoughts of doubt and despair and still take a tiny...little...baby...step...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-6080602195255340862?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/6080602195255340862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/6080602195255340862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time'/><author><name>jennyrising</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17966239937456027686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H8CyFgjNab8/SfTD0YYRS0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FT6fE2IYpgQ/S220/JenInBoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ9ofrJmZ_M/TYgp2fHMXqI/AAAAAAAAALU/6oKfLnjuzhM/s72-c/JenPtg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-7651583141810164621</id><published>2011-02-27T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T08:15:23.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is Your Blog.....This Blog is my Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPq52027yo/TWp3n-VrczI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_SMnW1mP8EA/s1600/181505_193657220656286_171327862889222_595066_2866458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPq52027yo/TWp3n-VrczI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_SMnW1mP8EA/s320/181505_193657220656286_171327862889222_595066_2866458_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578402617084310322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah,Jenny and I will be posting here from time to time about upcoming events and experiences we might be having in relation to our painting and creating process at the studio. Please feel free to comment and join in on the topics....and if there is anything you would like to see happening at Creative Nectar....let us know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-7651583141810164621?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7651583141810164621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7651583141810164621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-blog-is-your-blogthis-blog-is-my.html' title='This Blog is Your Blog.....This Blog is my Blog...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPq52027yo/TWp3n-VrczI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_SMnW1mP8EA/s72-c/181505_193657220656286_171327862889222_595066_2866458_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-7499680913549684229</id><published>2011-02-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:50:42.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative nectar studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>Our First Workshop at the New Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvx37G-r9w/TWpuZ53ckCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/apfIO0QTNxk/s1600/184693_193657167322958_171327862889222_595062_2052141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvx37G-r9w/TWpuZ53ckCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/apfIO0QTNxk/s320/184693_193657167322958_171327862889222_595062_2052141_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578392479760945186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be part of all that is unfolding at Creative Nectar Studio.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that as I allow it all to happen the way it wants to happen...without becoming stuck on how I think it should look or in what manner it should arrive, I am reminded of the painting process. In process painting we are asked if we can be ok with how things have appeared on the paper in front of us. We are asked to sit with the aspects of the painting that feel wrong or out of place and see if we might gain new perspective and compassion for that uncomfortable stuff. For me, I have realized that when I stop struggling against the things that make me uncomfortable or don't seem like they belong, they will ultimately become the very things that shift and become my biggest teacher.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to all who attended our first painting workshop....it was a rich and powerful experience. I look forward to painting again in our new space which feels alive with our collective energies...eager for another journey.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to you all, Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-7499680913549684229?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7499680913549684229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/7499680913549684229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-first-workshop-at-new-space.html' title='Our First Workshop at the New Space'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvx37G-r9w/TWpuZ53ckCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/apfIO0QTNxk/s72-c/184693_193657167322958_171327862889222_595062_2052141_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-341728579840963165</id><published>2011-02-17T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:17:06.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March  Paint or Die Saturday Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjfadOCbd1Y/TV0eL4NIK5I/AAAAAAAAAII/LfjOxWCbYCA/s1600/Sherri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjfadOCbd1Y/TV0eL4NIK5I/AAAAAAAAAII/LfjOxWCbYCA/s320/Sherri2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574645103169383314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Join Jenny and Stephanie for a Saturday of process painting. This is the weekend of the Spring Equinox...we can't think of a better way to meet the new season than with some paint and inner regeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 19 · 10:00am - 4:00pm &lt;br /&gt;Creative Nectar Studio&lt;br /&gt;5906 W 59th Terr&lt;br /&gt;Mission KS. 66202&lt;br /&gt;$80 (all materials provided) No experience necessary. &lt;br /&gt;contact us at: creativenectar@hotmail.com to register. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative Nectar Studio &lt;/strong&gt;Supporting community and conscious living through creativity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-341728579840963165?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/341728579840963165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/341728579840963165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/02/march-paint-or-die-saturday-workshop.html' title='March  Paint or Die Saturday Workshop'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjfadOCbd1Y/TV0eL4NIK5I/AAAAAAAAAII/LfjOxWCbYCA/s72-c/Sherri2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-4027855257878117640</id><published>2011-02-17T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:52:13.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative nectar studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting for process'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Out Loud.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAQOrtCFjI4/TV0a2GqGVVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NIxnbcyaLdk/s1600/2011-01-22%2B13.13.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAQOrtCFjI4/TV0a2GqGVVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NIxnbcyaLdk/s320/2011-01-22%2B13.13.59.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574641430556988754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so grateful today....sort of feel like it's Christmas Eve or something. Tomorrow night we start our first process painting workshop at Creative Nectar Studio. Sarah O. arrives tonight and set-up begins tomorrow.The process means so much to me.....it has truly changed my life. My one huge dream is to share it with as many people as possible. Creativity in any form is so powerful...I want to provide a space for absolutely ANYONE to come and feel comfortable reconnecting with their creative self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Sarah, Jenny and Penny for helping to make this happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-4027855257878117640?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4027855257878117640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/4027855257878117640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Dreaming Out Loud.....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAQOrtCFjI4/TV0a2GqGVVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NIxnbcyaLdk/s72-c/2011-01-22%2B13.13.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-8997030135679162597</id><published>2010-11-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:33:34.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The studio has a new home and purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TOUwn5lI2qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/14cT5NPtZWU/s1600/studio5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540888378578885282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TOUwn5lI2qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/14cT5NPtZWU/s320/studio5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about how things are forming. This summer I really thought I would get myself some studio space and just paint on my own and see what happened.But the Universe has a way of transforming things. For a number of reasons I found myself having to move from the first studio space to a situation closer to home.I met a woman named Penny Thieme who is the director of VALA Gallery in Mission and we became fast friends. I started helping out at the Gallery and then renting some studio space from her. I really didn't even know what to expect but what is happening is amazing and greater than I ever could have dreamed up on my own. My little studio space is only a tiny piece of the pie. Creative Nectar Studio will be home to Paint or Die Workshops. We will offer Process painting with Sarah Oblinger and Jenny Hahn!!! Process painting is a great love of mine and I hope to see it flourish here. We also hope to have on-going activities that stay true to conscious awareness through creativity.I am meeting amazing,creative people. What I hope will happen in this humble endeavor has little to do with me and everything to do with community, creativity and love. Who knew??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-8997030135679162597?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8997030135679162597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/8997030135679162597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2010/11/creative-nectar-studio-has-new-home-and.html' title='The studio has a new home and purpose'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TOUwn5lI2qI/AAAAAAAAAGY/14cT5NPtZWU/s72-c/studio5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-3615578832839822857</id><published>2010-02-20T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:55:08.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creativity..... alive in everything we do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/S4AF08DsvPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vpQo0tFpiqM/s1600-h/snow+magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/S4AF08DsvPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vpQo0tFpiqM/s320/snow+magic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440354756896537842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago i was at work, beginning my day in the same tired way i begin every day... sorting out the mornings appointment schedules. i was absolutely unenthused. there i was at my sad little desk, tasteless coffee to the left of me, sorting and stapling....stapling and sorting....a sip of hot nothing in between. and then suddenly and without warning a last name climbed off the page and grabbed my attention....[a sidebar is needed here because it is amazing to me how just one word can sometimes grab my attention so completely that i become completely immersed in another world?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin scanning the schedule for more names that would stoke the fire....and much to my surprise there they were....happy to be seen,continuously popping out at me eager to be chosen. i had no clue what i was doing or where i was for that matter....but i was transported from Dullsville to someplace sparkly and full of falling snow. before i knew it i had the first few lines of a poem smiling back at me from their home on a lime green post-it note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Snow Weaver bets on faith&lt;br /&gt;of small children &lt;br /&gt;with eager breath"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I got before the day slapped my ass back to Dullsville. But i kept returning to that sticky piece of paper throughout afternoon. Each time it conjured up a place in my imagination and for seconds at a time it felt like my day had not been entirely stolen from me. I felt like i had purpose as a human again. And the best part..... the coffee tasted better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later i was at the nursing home where i volunteer with the Memories in the Making painting group. One of the women had a small over-cooked piece of chicken with her. She had been painting but had only managed a couple of strokes on her naked piece of paper. she was really not captured by the color of the paints or the texture of her brush or anything at all to do with the creativity i was so hoping to spark in her. She was however,absolutely enraptured by her piece of chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't pretend to know where a person with Alzheimer's disease is in their head....what their world consists of or how the outside world might look to them.But i can tell you that when someone with the disease locks on to something they enjoy you really are best just to go with it. so.... that is what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the favored piece of chicken took center stage that friday. not only did it hang out on top of the little circles of watercolors "watching" my friend paint. But it made an appearance in the painting itself and was even painted a nice shade of green. i wanted so badly to glue the piece of poultry to the page and have it permanently become part of her painting. but when i asked the painter what she wanted to do with her chicken she replied, " oh, you keep it honey and give it to someone who's hungry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-3615578832839822857?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3615578832839822857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/3615578832839822857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2010/02/creativity-alive-in-everything-we-do.html' title='creativity..... alive in everything we do'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/S4AF08DsvPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vpQo0tFpiqM/s72-c/snow+magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-593039103045146741</id><published>2009-11-09T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:44:44.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Svgqp8SaoFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mu_RcaPw2Wo/s1600-h/Snapshot+of+me+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Svgqp8SaoFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mu_RcaPw2Wo/s320/Snapshot+of+me+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402114653077282898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i have been dreaming about painting trees.....this morning i woke up and started painting....trees of course. i want to look up the symbolic meaning of trees but have to go to the dentist....will have to wait until i have more time.&lt;br /&gt;it is amazing how a little paint and a brush can lift a mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-593039103045146741?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/593039103045146741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/593039103045146741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2009/11/trees.html' title='trees'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Svgqp8SaoFI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mu_RcaPw2Wo/s72-c/Snapshot+of+me+6.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-5885364475342879093</id><published>2009-09-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:54:31.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.alz.org/oc/in_my_community_10849.asp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories in the making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative blocks'/><title type='text'>Creative Blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Sr4XUIGeycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZKaRmcwT0ZQ/s1600-h/BrushStroke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Sr4XUIGeycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZKaRmcwT0ZQ/s320/BrushStroke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385767838921181634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me that so many of us - myself included - have a major creative block tucked somewhere deep inside. From a very early age most of us are taught that "art" needs to look a certain way (grass is green, the sky is blue...etc). We are taught that you either have artistic talent or you don't....you are "born with it"....or not. Sometimes when we are very young that natural,creative fire that is present in all of us, is stamped out....and we decide never to do it again.I know for me a big one is comparing. The minute i look at what someone else has done that voice inside starts jabbering on about how i am not good enough,and have no clue about art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have started volunteering for the &lt;strong&gt;Memories In The Making &lt;/strong&gt; program, I have seen a bit of this in some of the participants. I was floored to find that they may not remember where they grew up....but they remember they "aren't artists". Usually, with a bit of encouragement they are able to put a little paint on paper and things seem to shift a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it has been powerful to notice just how deeply the blocks go. And, even more powerful to witness the transformation that takes place when we take the first step and add a bit of color to a white piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity is everywhere. Art can be found in a great lasagna or how we set the table. We can uncover the artist deep within simply by cleaning the house,arranging furniture or taking the time to notice colors in a tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alz.org/oc/in_my_community_10849.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-5885364475342879093?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/5885364475342879093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/5885364475342879093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2009/09/creataive-blocks.html' title='Creative Blocks'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/Sr4XUIGeycI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZKaRmcwT0ZQ/s72-c/BrushStroke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93032055150102460.post-2525705858807474351</id><published>2009-09-25T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:55:19.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s disease'/><title type='text'>the power of creativity</title><content type='html'>The entry below was written on 4/22/2008.  My mother has since died and my life has a slightly different shape to it now. But something about this day was so powerful to me that it set into motion a chain of events I hope to continue building upon.&lt;br /&gt;I believe deeply in the power of the creative in ALL of us. I believe that when we tap into this power in whatever way feels right, something happens.....chemically, metabolically.....i don't know for sure.....but i know things shift. I have been  process painting for a very long time now and it has changed my life...so i know there is power there. But to watch my mother go through the stages of such a devastating disease and to see her so affected by coloring fish moved me greatly and has lead me to volunteer for the Alzheimer's Association's "Memories In The Making." This program brings artists and nursing home residents with Alzheimer's together for one hour a week to do some painting. Some of the paintings are then sold at a yearly benefit auction to help fund the Association and the work they do. But even further than that, all of the participants have an hour to create and are allowed to just be there in the present moment with ....no pressure to do anything in particular....just get the creative juices flowing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my intention for quite some time to write about the power of creativity....if for no other reason than helping myself to get what is in...out. Also,I hope anyone who would like to share their own story about creativity and what it has brought to their life to please do so.With this blog my hope is to show how creativity has a way of bringing us together and when brought out in a safe environment, free of judgement and competition,literally transform us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other day I went to visit my mother in her nursing home. She has Alzheimer's disease lives in the hall specifically for memory care. I never know what to expect when I walk through the doors. Sometimes, the place is buzzing with activity and old country and western music. Other times, I am greeted by the smell of urine and a woman I pass in the hallway demanding to speak to her deceased parents. (During one memorable visit, a resident who had just moved in came to me crying and confused…she wondered if I could take her home….to please just get her home.) But on this particular day, I was greeted with peace. Music was playing softly and most of the residents were sitting at tables with crayons, markers and sheets of white paper with black outlines of ocean fish printed on one side. Everyone was busy coloring their fish….some inside the lines others outside. Some made their fish brown… some red… others were just scribbling. It didn't matter. Something about engaging that part of the brain was extremely calming for everyone. There was no agitation. There was no sadness. There was nothing but the sound of Waylon Jennings and marker on paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother and I joined my mother and two other residents at her table. We got our own pieces of fish paper and started coloring as well. Every once in awhile someone would say something …but there were a lot of gaps; Lovely, brilliant, shiny gaps where some light managed to shine.&lt;br /&gt;At one point a woman at the table said to me, "I don't think I am doing this right…your colors are better."&lt;br /&gt;I told her I thought that in the ocean there were fish of every color imaginable some with colors we hadn't even dreamed of yet.&lt;br /&gt;"How do they do that?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Do what?" I ask "Know what color to be?"….and from across the table another woman, without looking up from her fish, plainly states, "They are just waiting for someone to come along and color them."&lt;br /&gt;We all continued to color our fish, the quiet once again taking us over. The peace of it, cradled us. And I sat, somehow completely altered by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love painting….and creativity in general. Not for any particular product…but for the process of it. For what it can provide me. For where it will take me and how it sustains, holds and guides me…if I let it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/93032055150102460-2525705858807474351?l=creativenectar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/2525705858807474351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/93032055150102460/posts/default/2525705858807474351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativenectar.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-creativity.html' title='the power of creativity'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512376509276791799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-PbQeRPN4nI/TDhppf5ExdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HGkvu4WBYPE/S220/StephsPtg.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
