Caesar at Kent...


Reading A History of Wales and Davies skillfully manages to make the account fascinating! Chapter One deals with pre-pre history. Chapter two begins with Julius Caesar landing at Kent in August of 55 BC. Julius was on a rampage, ostensibly to punish the Belgae of Britain because they sided with their cousins, the Gauls. Direct quote from Davies regarding the Roman invasion … “although it is probable that it had more to do with his own ambitions.” “Their real motive was their desire to seize the fertile lowlands.” “Planting of the eagles across the sea… was a matter of pride.”(p. 25 ~ 26)

Does Davies’s conclusion resonate? Sound like a current events class? Interesting the national bird of conquest is the double eagle. Who else do we recognize without scruples who invades under the same symbol? Two thousand plus years since Caesar was miffed. I’ve stood on the old Roman road in Chester and gazed to the hills of Wales. Caesar is long since dust and archaeological remnants all that’s left of his quest for empire. When will we as a human race learn the boundaries of respect for each other?

There is one point to our history, personal, cultural or as a planet. One reason humans come wired with memory. Memory serves as a learning experience for the self and collective. Reading history, factual school curriculums, honoring accounts of survivors serve our collective memory. Compassionate conversations enhance our chance of mutually assured survival when we internalize the lessons.

Global Mourning...

Global Mourning. Acrylic 20 x 16”.

In the closing years of the Viet Nam war, I was an interim finance clerk in a bank, newly married to a church man who accused me of being radical because I wanted to help save the lives of Vietnamese children. The church man bank boss fired me when I told him what I was doing instead of fabricating a sick day.

A radio announcer related the horrors of orphaned children dying in the streets a world away and proposed if anyone wanted to “do something about it” they could come down to the station and help figure something out. A Trooper and I were the only ones to show up. An airlift was born. Sheer cussedness willed a collection of coins in bars, I bent the arm of every person I knew with phone calls while the trooper did the same. Enough quarters for a Flying Tigers charter, a willing pilot, nurses to tend the children, fuel and expenses. After the guys in the red tasseled hats figured out the idea would work they moved in with a telethon. The men took all credit. For some obscure reason I still have the posters, lists of persons who donated, and the reputation among church men of being a crazy radical. 300 infants and toddlers given a chance at life when they would have starved to their death in the carnage of war.

In the early days of youth and strength I moved mountains with will and a shovel.

The first impulse with Ukraine was again pick up a shovel.

I wanted to lie down beside the beautiful grandmother in her elegant gold coat and help her learn to shoot.

I wanted to carry children to the border.

I wanted to hold a bowl of soup for the starving in basement shelters.

I wanted to wish harm on mortal men turned monsters.

I wept until remembering there are powerful contributions to make after I’m unable to even lift the shovel. Energy and manifestations and prayer. Puny as a single human seeking audience with an impartial universe. Joined with millions, an invincible power. Easy to despair and disparage until we remember the physics of prayers and meditation. Particles and waves at work in the invisibles. An intention experiment in real time. Young people standing silent in Turkey. Russians facing imprisonment to protest. The hope for a world joined in the service of peace while my heart breaks with those who mourn.

Justification you may say, because in safety I can afford the luxury of prayers and meditation. You’re right and I’m thankful. The only way I maintain peace of mind when the world is in chaos and I feel people suffering is keep making authentic work until I fall into meditation and a greater energy than mine manifests and turns to collective solutions.


Keeping on...

“Coming On Snow” oil on canvas, 16” x 20”.

When the world is a mess and I’m so far off balance I experience vertigo, the only thing to do is keep on making my most authentic work. When we contribute our genuine authenticity to the world, collective energy is raised.

This is another Throw Away painting (for clarity a throw away painting is the one beside the canvas I'm currently working on where all the frustrations are taken out, not literally thrown away). Coming on Snow” started life as a palette scraping, turned into a memory painting of a range in north central Alaska and kept going despite the odds.

Strangers

I’ve come to expect brutality and destruction in the world since the day Dad came to take me home from first grade, sobbing and inconsolable from another duck and cover drill. We’ve all practiced at WWIII since we were children. Inured to the up to the minute coverage and tears. War won’t break me.

What guts me is the beauty and beneficence of the human race as people tenderly care for each other. The breaking opens my wounds to healing and the essence of peace descends.

I’ll remember until I die the children of the world killed in a perpetrator’s march of narcissism and arrogance. Mourn with all who sacrificed their children to genocide. It’s easy to hate when I think of the children maimed who have to live with their memories. Enmity is the easy way.

It’s so much harder to allow the fracturing of our hearts to be used for a true and faithful purpose in the world, to join in compassion. To find hope for healing in the now constant diaspora of children to and fro across the planet. Children come to heal us with their sacrifice, now forever strangers in a strange land.


Is it possible the migration of the world’s children will save us from ourselves?

Sacrifice...

I meditated this morning to add my prayers and energy to pleas offered around the world to close the skies over Ukraine. NATO refuses in the fears of reprisal. Do they not understand if Ukraine falls, they will be next anyway? They are using Ukraine as their sacrificial lamb. 

Winter on Fire...

Winter on Fire. Free to all on You Tube. You have the right to choose what your children see, however, this film of hard truth is not for young children.

Welcome to a difficult conversation, the kind at home in the realm of artists, writers and all creatives, visionaries who continue at the forefront of great cultural shifts. A friend I admire told me this morning from the UK, I am an inconvenient woman in the world. There are legions of us. We are irrevocably bonded to a new way of being in our selves and the world. There is no longer a place to hide. Friends talk about moving to a better locale yet there is no place of peace to be found unless we look deep in our own souls. We will never find peace until we stand for the rights of all humans to have respect.

If you don’t think what rages in Ukraine matters, if you believe it won’t happen here ~ think back two years as you watch this film. Note each specific and terrifying similarity. We witnessed the same tactics here with Jackboots sent by a fascist wannabe dictator to prey in the same reprehensible way on defenseless protestors. Night after night. This is not remote. Note the formula of escalation by the terrorists when the demonstrations were peaceful with no weapons present. Shooting rubber bullets into an unarmed crowd. Destroying first aid stations. Beating persons who were helpless. Kidnapping people off the streets. Mercenaries went for the eyes in the protests here as well. In no way do I presume to diminish the sacrifices the people of Ukraine are making for us. I’m simply pointing out how easily this can occur in our country. Please don’t confuse the bully with the Russian people who are sick of him as well. His hurt pride and his grudge is the impetus for invasion.

Ukraine is a prototype for shifting the world from despotic violence to peace, while Ukrainian children pay the price for all of us. Stand with them for honor, respect for humanity. They model what living in peace and prosperity can be. The economic business model for most of the world is The Art of War. Were you aware? Sun Tzu in a suit. Conquer your enemy at all costs. Those who seek only power, meaning money, are threatened. Bullies are making a last stand, terrified they are becoming obsolete. Everything they stand for is obsolete.

Ukraine continues to lead the way into the new century, to a new way of being together in the world. A society born a mere 8 years ago offers compassion and humanity to a planet too long held captive and too long unchecked in the name of politics and economics. All bullies threaten, yet when they are challenged they are cowards at heart. I have a personal investment in Ukraine surviving and the Russian bully being brought to justice for war crimes. Alaska is one of the Russian territories mentioned in his take back plan. I would rather be destroyed than squirm under the boot of a tyrant. A dictator. A bully. I believe in peace and justice. The people of the Ukraine show us the way, personally and collectively.

Winter on Fire is now available to anyone to watch for free on YouTube.