First Owl Mary is Out

Oh heavens. Outside is so gentle right now. The azaleas that survived the oak fall have opened and the humming birds are zooming around. The pair of blue grey gnatcatchers are still puttering in the shrubbery at my window. They are so sweet it makes me cry.

Little Owl Mary waiting to get in her plaster bed.

Little Owl Mary waiting to get in her plaster bed.

And here it is all made up and ready. I was skeerd to pour the plaster.

And here it is all made up and ready. I was skeerd to pour the plaster.

Nighty night.

Nighty night.

She's in there.

She’s in there.

This morning I turned her over.

This morning I turned her over.

And dug her out.

And dug her out.

Sweetie Pie!!!!

Sweetie Pie!!!!

Mary ghost.

Mary ghost.

Y’all.

Owl’s not a symbol for wisdom. Owl is a portal for knowing.

Mother Mary is not a symbol of feminine. She is within us. Living breathing earth organism we can work with her.

MOTHER MARY OWL PORTAL

lets re

mind

of unlocked doors

available

for rebalancing

harmonizing

our being

We can celebrate

the

ease

in which

the new courts us

and wear fancy dresses

while trudging in the mud

to celebrate

arriving together,

the cleansing,

and

the gates of heaven

that open in our hearts.

and

Plaster Sobriety

Things are all set up to pour plaster molds. Of Marys.

Takes some kind of focus. Running off to the Land of Receiving. No stars and owls and cosmos and soul pairs cleaning chakras and all that is. No Sir.

Plaster.

Can't put anything in here but plaster.

That’s it.

I cut the bottom off this bin to make the form.

I cut the bottom off this bin to make the form.

Oh. A Third Eye Yantra. Portal to Allknowing.

Oh. A Third Eye Yantra. Portal to Allknowing.

Its a start. More carving to do...

Its a start. More carving to do…

Here's what one of the azaleas looks like. It used to be 8 feet tall. The brick is from the walkway. Some how it got flung over here when the tree went down.

Here’s what one of the azaleas looks like. It used to be 8 feet tall. The brick is from the walkway. Some how it got flung over here when the tree went down.

And here we go. Our dog wood. Proof there is heaven on earth.

And here we go. Our dogwood. Proof there is heaven on earth.

Blob Face Mary

I use an egg timer while I’m working. It helps me remember to get up and stretch and go to the bathroom. Yesterday I lost track of how many half hour sessions I was timing. I did my duty, setting the timer, getting up, doing sun salutes. 5 hours later, I noticed that I missed something that I had wanted to do at 4pm.

I’m adding my i-thing to the mix to set an alarm on real time so I can get back to EST before 5 hours are up. I don’t even know what real time is anyway. But my i thing does.

Some more about time: in a few short days I will have been married half my life: 22 years. It feels like I’ve been married my whole life. I hardly know what happened before then.

Daylight Mother Mary

Daylight Mother Mary.

Meanwhile, something is happening inside and out.

I had to remove her face.

I removed her face.

Theres a rumbling in plants and hearts.

I am learning how to work with oil based clay.

I am learning how to work with oil based clay.

There’s serindipities happening everywhere.

Blob Mouth Mary

Blob Mouth Mary

Here’s one now:

Hey woman

Are you tired?

Then it could be time for whirling. Round and Round.

Re mind.

The fancy clothes

Bird friend on your arm.

If we forgot

then a

moment

in a dark cave

can cure,

point

to circles

made by

us

Beautiful ones

where

sexy fires meet

to burn fuel

sent

from above.

We can take

what we need from this messy now

Make sticks of love

to build homes nests

where dinner is served

and hilarities abound.

Grounding Heaven on Earth

Let’s do it.

We’ve been getting some pointers. That have to do with grace. The actions & ways of being it takes to make

love.

Here’s the inside of The Episcopal Church of the Advocate.

The north window looks over the spring fed pond.

The north window looks over the spring fed pond.

The guys outside were scraping and painting.

The guys outside were scraping and painting.

Here's where the Mary's are going to be displayed.

Here’s where the Mary’s are going to be displayed.

They'll be lining the walls on the ledge between the wainscoting and tongue and groove.

They’ll be lining the walls on the ledge between the wainscoting and tongue and groove.

I think the windows and wood will like to have them there.

I think the windows and wood will like to have them there.

Here's the south window. See the tiny piece of red glass at the top? I think it is so sweet.

Here’s the south window. See the tiny piece of red glass at the top? I think it is so sweet.

We are making an event to have here at the Advocate. On the Summer Solstice. Its going to be about Mother Mary. And the Divine Feminine. And expanding her presence here on earth.

Let’s get one thing straight: we are not here to say no to masculine. I like masculine. I married one. And plus I use some to do things like add. Build a wood kiln. Count the number of altars we will want for the event coming up.

I just used my feminine to get distracted by this post and go to my window to see what I thought was a blue grey gnatcatcher at my window. It was 2. Sweetie pies!!!!

And now.

Let’s take a walk.

Into a dark

wooden place.

Let the light in

feed it oranges

till it bursts out

causing ripple

rainbows

sparking

hearts

lighting fires

in souls

so the

waves of connection

to trees

rocks

and plants

arrive from

our consciousness.

 

New Day

The sun came up again. And now the green and yellow in the back field are blinding.

Mustard blossoms.

Mustard blossoms.

I read the news. There’s women’s on our planet being cut open too much down in Brazil. To take their babies out. If this is so much safer, easier, healthier than squatting to release the tikes then let’s do it to all beings. Run! Get the knives! Tie her down! Cut the cows y’all! Plus chickens! Yeah. Thad be better than waiting for an egg.

There's red buds along the field.

There’s red buds along the field.

Makes a good breakfast.

Makes a good breakfast.

I made a baby once. He’s kinda grown now.

Swamp cousins. My boy child Jonas is on the left. His cousin Aosha on the right.

Cousins. My boy child Jonas is on the left. His cousin Aosha on the right.

Swamp grace.

Swamp grace.

 A minute ago he was suckling on my breast. Looking me in the eye. Patting my chest.

Here’s a news flash! That I didn’t know before it happened.

Nursing feels good! Sexy! Human milk tastes good! Sweet and sticky. Elixir of love & dinner.

Sky trees.

Sky trees.

Lets sit nakid on the ground feel mama up through our butts. Violet light. And oh yeah out through my heart. Blasphemous. Pleasure.

Fleur de lis.

Fleur de lis.

Oh! here’s a knife now. My cousin gave it to me. I use it every day to chop lemons.

Lemon & hate cutter.

Lemon & hate cutter.

Watch this… I’m cutting away all the pleasure hate.

Snake Mary Mother.

Snake Mary Mother transmutes poison.

Bye. Its in the ground now and I’m sure this fall I’ll see it help my broccoli to grow magic. Compostable anger! Fancy!

Little Owl Mary.

Little Owl Mary a doorway to cosmos.

Ladies!

Ladies!

Here’s the deal:

These ladies are portals. To answers. Problem solving. Let’s do it. Listen. They got solution. Make things easy.

 

 

 

Spring Through Magic

I looked at the news today.

The Guardian shows up in my inbox every day. I like it because the headlines are color coded & there are zero pictures. If I wish, I can press a button to enter Land of Guardian. There’s mostly sadness, rediculum, horror and dizzying insanity.

Orchid is blooming again. This one has leaves tore up from slugs and Jolene who liked to write on them while sitting at the desk. The mother of the house was not pleased.

Orchid is blooming again. This one has leaves tore up from slugs and Jolene who liked to write on them while sitting at the desk. The mother of the house was not pleased.

Today, I see there is a toddler in the news.

Charged with attempted murder.

In winter these pyracantha buds will be Dinner For Thrushes By My Window.

In winter these pyracantha buds will be Dinner For Thrushes By My Window.

If it wasn’t for Reality Terror that makes me want to rip my heart out and send it lovingly in a package to this poor soul and his family, I’d laugh. This story should be a cautionary tale. To make us smile and sigh in relief that this sort of truth does not exist. Fewsh.

The dogwoods are green still. The thrushes like these winter berries too.

The dogwoods are green still. The thrushes like these winter berries too.

Alas, since I have had some tiny and gargantuan experiences with direct revelation, contact & co operation with Divine and I do not live in what we call Middle East, I’ll get on my knees and pray. Figuratively. I actually don’t like to get on my knees to pray but that phrase is in a lot of songs I sing with Tim.

On my knees, removes me from Earth.

Rather, I get on my arse and pray. With Mary. She: Supa Charge Prayer Answer Queen.

What’s the prayer for the child?

Marys over Mary.

Marys over Mary.

Musa Khan

let us breathe with you

see your wings

powerful and up

from the

void

graced

shining brilliant

opening doors

blessing

the blankie

covering you.

I see a magic eraser

now.

blurring out terror

fright.

And colored

magic

markers

re making

re building

pastel homes

green gardens

Brooms made of grass.

Carefully sweeping

broken things

aside.

No logic to clean up this mess.

Only fantasy, dreaming, vision

accessing

unseen for help.

Reaching open handed for

imaginary force

the same one

that

pushes blood through veins

twangles hearts

and

informs

a seed to sprout.

Lettuce pray.

Lettuce ready to be put in the garden.

Lettuce ready to be put in the garden.

 

 

Mother Mary’s New Owl Cape

Playtime moves our minds.

Creates a portal to access the in

visible.

We’ve done a dis service to the word play. Making it seem frivolous and without purpose.

Here’s Mary’s new cape

Plasticine Mother Mary & her owl cape.

Plasticine Mother Mary & her owl cape.

Mother Mary and Owl are portals. To Cosmos. We can imagine with them and experience our true selves.

Owl is a doorway to our third eye.

Owl is a doorway to our third eye.

When we were children it was easy to access our imagination. Through dolls. Army men, barbie dolls, mr potato head. Once my dolls hung from a dogwood tree out back. My brothers shot them with bbs.

At the time I didn’t care. They were the barbies and I had no feelings for them. They were not some others that had come to life for me. Barbie didn’t come to life. Arthur did and same with Ms Bun Bun, who is sitting on my bed right now.

Mother Mary comes to life through clay. That’s why it was handy for our leaders to destroy idol worship. It is powerful.

Empowering. This Mary is going to become a mold. To make many idols for us to worship.

To empower our Selves to listen. And act. On what is beneficial. Harmonious.

Amen.

 

Owl Cosmos

Since my soul tells me how to get places and I don’t need a map when I’m driving, I’ve learned to listen. One thing it’s been saying for some time now is to focus on sculpture. So here you can see the last pottery commission I have taken. It was beautiful and now its gone.

Duke Press greened their break room. No more styrofoam.

I like their logo.

I like their logo.

 

I made heaps of cups for them. Gold, white, green and blue.

I made heaps of cups for them. Gold, white, green and blue.

Duke University Press Green Team

Duke University Press Green Team

 The studio is now almost prepped for making plaster molds of Mary.

Though I said Mary’s prayer through this pottery making I experience that she is much easier to access through her image.

Worship the idol. Idol worship. I’m worshiping you Mary. On my knees.

And thank heavens the cardinal that bloodied himself on my studio ceiling showed up. How did I know it was him? His head was black with no feathers. The probability is high.

Infinity drawn over and over on the paper. Looks like the infinity tunnel that it is. Two souls travel.

One in each tunnel each path connected at the middle. Can you see it? The two can only be connected and separated. Oh. By the invisible and tangible walls of the infinity tunnel.

Makes my heart ache. I feel an ache in my heart. So here is the infinity on the sacred spiral. Cajoined and traveling a same path.

Owl opens her mouth.

Her invitation to

jump in, explore her organs

the ones that feel and move in rhythm with earth.

Oh. we fly high

silent

our selfs inside

can see earth below through

her eyes.

Its minute.

oh God.

earth is so small it

fits with the

universe on

the point of a pen. Swirling

importance or none

makes it simple

 to breath in

to what end

ha ha end is not real.

to what purpose then?

To Play.

learning happens in play

grounding a kite

feeling

experience elements.

spirit.

Has many more importants

than Ends.

That do not exist.

Will you breath in spirit? Up from the sky, drink her from a cup. Fill your cells with life.

Push pens. Press buttons. Ones that heal.

Now still inside owl

What’s your perception?

Others can know our thoughts

as we can know theirs

something for all to come accustom

will help to

think

make

thoughts

generative of desires. The ones that heal.

Tenmoku Teabowl Fired with Wood

Getting wood with Aosha today…

Susan Wells Tenmoku Teabowl

Susan Wells Tenmoku Teabowl

Oh God

your insides are dark

Like the bottom

of my tannin

tea cup

Nervous making

I’m receiving

your soft hand

to keep in a small

moment.

Pottery’s Functional and So’s Art

Here’s a tray. You can use it for some thing. To serve up imagination. Or Tarts.

Susan Wells- Maidenhair Tray wood-fired ceramic with hand made copper plate fern etching 12" x 16" 40% off this weekend $185 ---> $111.00

Susan Wells- Maidenhair Tray - wood-fired ceramic with hand made copper plate fern etching 12″ x 16″                40% off this weekend $185 —> $111.00 details here.

In Ceramics Land there’s a distinction between pieces that have a job in the kitchen and pieces that sit and do not have a job. Some times the pieces look like they could have a purpose, but have a toxic glaze or holes in the bottom or for some other reason, are not capable of doing their perceived job.

This line of thought dismisses the function of Art. Let’s not do that OK?

Art is busy. Doing functions. Designed by the artist. Let’s be real quiet. And listen. To what the work has to say.

Susan Wells Maidenhair Fern Tray Detail

Susan Wells Maidenhair Fern Tray Detail

TRAY MADNESS

Here ya go.

I made it for you

There’s

shell creatures

for your lunch

and a red fruit

I picked from a tree

You’ll need  a napkin

I dropped yours

on the way

Or you  can use your shirt.

 

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