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“My Spiritual Journey” – watercolor by Barbie Dallmann

(11 months ago, I broke my leg in three places. The recovery has been long and difficult. I was away from my Cottage and my Paints for 7 months. And I’M BACK … not 100% … but enough to write!)

Guidance has been a difficult thing to discern. My “human nature” (i.e., ego) is strong, my emotions are turbulent, and I am often afraid. All those things make a lot of noise and take up a lot of space in my mind.

In order to perceive the Voice of Spirit, I must step outside the usual cacophony and “get quiet.” Meditation helps. Being in nature, contemplating, even painting all encourage the “small, still voice” to emerge.

So, I experience Spirit’s guidance as a kind of alignment of my body, mind, and spirit. An idea will occur to me (i.e., “the guidance”), and there is an instant reaction. It feels like my body is being magnetically pulled into action around the idea. At the same time, my emotions light up with excitement; there is a feeling of delighted anticipation.

My mind is fascinated; my body is geared up; and my emotions are fueled with crackling energy. THAT is what happens when I receive spiritual guidance. I FEEL it in the whole of my being. I recognize it as something “in me” but not “of me.”

It all happens in a couple seconds, and so if I’m not paying attention, it can vanish just as quickly as it arrived. Inspiration happens in the time it takes to inspire—literally, to take a breath. Sometimes I get an electrical tingling all through my body, even goose bumps. I suppose the point of writing all this detail is that I do know how I know when I am hearing the voice of my inner wisdom, higher self, the Divine, Spirit (it has many names).

The problem, however, remains: What do I do with the guidance? Do I follow it? One would think, “Of course! Follow it!” But remember the aforementioned ego? That part of me isn’t so quick to comply. Often, like a small child being sent off to bed, it crosses its arms, stomps its feet and grumbles: I don’t want to!

That part can be very stubborn. It likes comfort and safety. It likes to play games on its phone, watch movies on TV, read trash mystery novels, and browse Facebook until it finds something to criticize (which takes no time at all to find but hours to indulge in).

The challenge is to recognize and experience the guidance as it occurs and then focus on it for a bit, allowing the alignment experience to lift my soul to a level of high vibration. With every breath, I can feel the effects of the high frequency of spiritual alignment. It feels like calm, like peace, like love, like I don’t want to ever leave the moment.

And if I can stay in that state for just a few minutes, without the need to think about it, analyze it, create a plan of action—if I can simply be, to just experience it, then I will get the fuel I need to eventually follow through.

Later, when my ego tries to persuade me out of acting on the guidance: We’re too tired … that’s a lot of work … what if no one comes? … I don’t feel like it … can we do this later? … I’m so tired! … when I hear the whining, I can close my eyes, take a deep breath and REMEMBER the state of alignment. I can feel it again. I can connect with its truth and its wisdom.

That’s when Trust and Obey come into play. And that’s a whole ‘nother ball game, for a whole ‘nother blog.

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New Beginnings Painting

“New Beginnings” – Acrylic painting to be auctioned at the Charleston Art Walk April 17 to raise funds for the WV Children’s Advocacy Network

Last year at this time I was insistently resisting the label “artist” (See: I’m not THAT!). This year when I received the “Call to Artists” email, asking for donations of art to be auctioned at a fundraiser for a West Virginia non-profit, I excitedly began thinking about making a contribution. Yesterday I awoke at 4 a.m. having just finished the painting in my dreams.

I picked my way through the dark woods to the cottage and happily assembled my supplies, all the while trying to recall the details of the dream painting. I sketched it out quickly on the back of a things-to-do list, made a few notes, and then started painting. This morning I declared it finished because it brought a smile to my face.

Last year’s agony of creation is gone; today I was so absorbed in the joy of painting, I completely forgot to drink my coffee! Now, that’s seriously absorbed!

In this moment, I’m feeling happy and proud of myself. This past year, I’ve willingly worked through a lot of painful memories and purposefully healed those wounds. I’ve butted up against some major barriers, including “I don’t know what I’m doing!” and “I’m not good enough.” Patience, kindness and self-compassion have gradually reduced the size of the barriers. Although, still big enough to be recognizable, they have gradually become small enough to step over. Finally I find myself in a valley of contentment with feelings of satisfaction, freedom, delight, and whimsy. There is a sacred flow that happens now when I paint. It has become a time of communion with my higher self–a peaceful meditation. Lost in time and space, I become childlike, curious and delighted with the colors and shapes. It isn’t about getting certain results, it’s just about the fun of dabbling.

I long to more regularly feel that sense of freedom that comes from releasing attachment to outcome. I wonder what it would be like to approach every task in my life with playful curiosity and delight. When I think about where I was artistically just five years ago (couldn’t even draw a stick man) to where I am today, it makes me believe anything is possible. Yes, it does require a conscious desire to create something new as well as focused effort, but if it results in more connection, freedom, and joy, then count me in!

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Painting of Flowers

“Imaginary Flowers,” acrylic on tile by Barbie Dallmann

I’m reading a book, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, that is stimulating a lot of thought. In the book, imaginary friends are only capable of doing whatever their children imagine they can do. For example, the subject of the book is capable of walking through closed doors, but he cannot walk through walls. He doesn’t sleep because his child imagines him keeping an eye on things all night long. Each imaginary friend is limited by his child’s imagination, and it can be very frustrating for the friends at times.

I think in a sense we are all our own imaginary friends, limited in our abilities because of some default operating system dictating what we can and can’t do. If I “can’t imagine myself ever doing that!” then chances are, I never will. But through the magic of visioning, I can begin to open my awareness to new possibilities.

I have noticed, too, that often other people can more easily see our potential than we can. After all, they don’t have our fears blocking the view. What does it take to trust the vision of others? To step out on a limb, spread our wings, and fly because several other people imagine we can?

A couple of weeks ago, some friends told me that I should teach an art class. Quickly I responded, “Oh, I could NEVER do that! I can’t imagine ever being good enough to teach!” But even as I said those words, I realized that it wasn’t the first time I’d said them. At least twice before I had been urged by someone to create a class to help those who are afraid to paint. When prompting nudges me from three unrelated sources, I have a tendency to take a closer look. For me, that means meditating on the possibility. I create a vision, and walk around in it for a while, sort of like trying on a new pair of shoes. How does it feel? Is it a good fit? Could it work?

And the next thing I know, an opportunity presents itself. This one popped up the very next day. And guess what? This coming Saturday I’m leading a workshop in compassionate creativity for art-timid adults.

So, while it’s true we are limited by our own imaginations, it is also true that we can tap into the Collective Consciousness and download a new paradigm. Why not pay more attention to the possibilities that enter our awareness? Why not try on some new ways of being? Why not sign up for an art class?

Flier for art workshop

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Here I am during my teenage years … I really thought I had life all figured out. The pieces seemed to fit together so very nicely back then:

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This is me in my late 20’s, married to a great guy, starting a business, things were really coming together. There had been some bumps in the road, but I was pretty sure I finally had it all figured out.

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Here I am in my roles as wife, mother, business owner, and spiritual seeker. Life was feeling settled, like everything has fallen into place.

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During our son’s teen years, I felt so scattered! I was so confused, looking for answers in the four corners of the world. Maybe from the outside things looked ordered. Inside, I was definitely searching!

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When mid-life hit, it all fell apart! I was disconnected, uncertain, and lost. Not only had I lost the answers, I was losing my grip on the questions.

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Here I am as I began to look inward for the answers, and even though it seemed like there was a lot missing, I started to feel my inner world coming together for the first time.

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This is me during the Coach Training Program. Pieces I had never really gotten to know were beginning to line up. I was asking some good questions and starting to see new possibilities.

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This is me starting my day in prayer and meditation at the cottage, feeling whole and connected to the universe.

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And here I am on a typical day: connected, scattered, clueless, and yet certain. Certain that I can rearrange the pieces without losing myself. Certain that there is still so much to learn. And certain, finally, that I will NEVER have it all figured out. And that’s okay.

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