Inner Lion

I’m very intrigued and excited by the full moon coming up. It’ll be a blood moon, blue moon, and total eclipse, but most importantly it’ll be a full moon in Leo, and that is a powerful thing. The full moon in Leo tells us to unleash our inner lions, our sources of power untapped, our glimmer of the Divine, our creativity and passion, our capacity for joy. This is a time to stand fully in our power. A time to manifest, to let go of fears and blockages holding us back and go full blast towards our purpose. It is not lost to me that the first meeting of the Escapist Mentorship Program is on Wednesday, the day that brings us this magical full moon. I take that as an excellent omen, a smile and nod from the Universe as I embark on this journey.

Also, speaking of joy and purpose, here’s something I discovered that I simply love: gold watercolor ground. One of the ladies in my drawing class told me about it, and it’s just so luscious! I’m in love.

Mermaids and Cowboys

“There are three kinds of people that are impossible to interview,” she said. “Soldiers, engineers, and cowboys. They don’t like to talk about themselves.” She looked like Audrey Hepburn and she sparkled with style and enthusiasm. It was her who showed me the abandoned car, the decaying Austin Healey in the yard of an old house. I felt like I’d stepped into a movie. There are people who carry that kind of magic.

I’d driven to the Island to look at houses, particularly one, which seemed to be a sensible option. I wanted to see what the neighborhood felt like, especially at night. That was all very useful, but I walked away feeling somewhat defeated. Are there no peaceful places left, places without noisy neighbors playing music loudly and dogs tied up outside to bark their little lungs out?

It didn’t matter though. It was all as good as forgotten when I met my friend’s new girlfriend and realized that she is oh-so-fun. After a long walk on the beach I took her to the house I’d been eyeing. We snuck into the yard. The noisy neighbor seemed to have gone to bed. The stars were shining bright. I was charmed. “It’s adequate,” she said. “But if you’re not in a hurry, I’d wait.”

Dreams, Hopes, Expectations

The day started with rain, warm fog, my newly bought Angel perfume enveloping me into a scent that brings back oh-so-many memories, and my friend texting from her hotel nearby. We decided to both enjoy a slow morning, then go have lunch at Ritual, a place I’d been meaning to check out mostly because of the name. It did not disappoint.

The rest of our day consisted of a lot of driving around in the rain peppered with occasional treats and a lot of discussion about men, women, communication, romance, dreams, and expectations. We analyzed, overanalyzed, caught ourselves over-analyzing, backtracked. It all left me thinking about the things we want, the options we’ve discarded so far, the things we’ve walked away from, and the ones we’re hoping to be walking towards. It also left me pleasantly exhausted, the way one can only be on a rainy day that almost feels like spring. It made me want to curl up in bed with my little dog and dream on. Perhaps in dreaming of the things we want we’re slowly manifesting them.

A Heart Full of Cats

I obviously drew this for my friend, cat curator extraordinaire.

It’s been a good day. I felt relaxed and hopeful. I also got a special treat: A friend I haven’t seen in a long time is here spending the weekend in Houston and we got to go to the Galleria together, to talk and laugh just like old times, except it’s more exciting now because we’re both happier and living more authentic lives than before. I bought Angel perfume and a chartreuse dress. We ate South African food. We had to take an Uber home because it was raining. Though really, it was warm enough for me to wear my Wonder Woman shoes, and that suited me just fine. Tomorrow we’ll continue our adventures. I’ll keep you posted.


This morning, while driving to Beaumont, I called my fabulous witchy friend, desperate, because I felt the world was closing in on me. We talked about things. We are both going through some exciting experiences, learning, and growing, and getting closer to achieving our goals. The truth is, the world is not closing in, it’s opening up. But that can be scary. Sometimes getting the things you want can be more terrifying than not getting them. Opportunity brings responsibility.

“Don’t fuck this up,” and old friend and mentor from what now seems like a past life said when I told her I’d been accepted into the Escapist Mentorship Program. Her advice encapsulates all my fears. Can I really do this? Am I a good enough artist? Do I have the discipline, the talent, and the charm? Is my social anxiety gonna come bite me in the ass?

Initially I felt a huge rush of excitement at the acceptance. I should have been wary of allowing myself such a tremendous high. “You’re gonna crash,” a frenemy once told me at an art show where I was too excited. And crash I did. Then and now.

I felt exhausted and I couldn’t even sleep. But tonight I hope to get some rest. Also, I hope taking the pulse of my feelings and being honest will help: I am excited but I am also nervous. Very very nervous. Still, I’m grateful for being given this opportunity, and with it, the responsibility of actually making the most of it.

Let’s Try Something New

I’m afraid I’ve reached an impasse with my Blogger site. It simply will no longer allow me to upload pictures. I don’t know what’s up with that, and I’m not sure I have the tech savvy or the time to fix it. But, after more than four years of blogging daily, you can imagine how this would be difficult to give up. So, let’s try something new. They say WordPress is better. Please bear with me while I learn it.

This might be a good time to upgrade. There are many new and exciting beginnings in store: I’m thrilled to announce that I was accepted into the 2018 Escapist Mentorship Program with artist John Ross Palmer. Stay tuned for news about this exciting program!

Also, in March I will be moving into my new studio in the brand new building at Sabine Street. So yes, changes are underway, and the new blog will hopefully provide an interesting chronicle of everything that’s about to unfold.