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Category Archives: Art of the Path
The Divine Feminine
My type of feminine energy has been ‘out of fashion’ since the 1980s when women started going to the gym. Okay, before that. Because no woman in her right mind – but I wasn’t in my in my mind at all – I was in my heart. Continue reading
Does the World Need More Paintings?
Does the World Need More Paintings? No. But it might need yours…
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Posted in ART, Art of the Path
Tagged Art, art and alignment, art and healing, creativity, dreams, higher self, inner knowledge, Louise Oliver, memory, painting, perception, Rainbow Light Trust, soul awareness, Spirituality
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Aligning with Enchantment
The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading
To Look Within
I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading
Drawing Cured A Stomach Ache
Did you know that drawing can cure stomach aches? Me either! But apparently it does. At first I thought I might have had a case of the New Year Blahs. Except that would have been out of character for me. The other idea that came was too awful – a sudden onset of gluten intolerance. I would hate that. Continue reading
The Truth About Acting
What I learned as an actor should be shouted from the rooftops by every single one of us who has ever trod the boards – that along with the heartbreak that so often comes with a life in the theater, comes the knowledge that we all have in us the possibility of every human thought that has ever been considered. We don’t have to act on it, but we can act it. Play it. Because we know how to play. We know how to imagine “what if.” Continue reading
The Wrench Effect
Meaning of the Wrench Effect: You’re sailing along, everything ticking nicely, when suddenly a wrench is thrown into the works, upsetting the balance. Continue reading
Letting It Come Through
I can now paint and draw small, sketchbook-size pictures of the world around me because now I see how focusing on the small particulars of the outer visible world, can also reflect a deeper insight to the world within. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Art of the Path, Memoir
Tagged Art, Brooklyn, creativity, drawing, expression, inner awareness, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, Park Slope drawings, soul memories, the nancy who drew
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En Pointe!
I have no conscious memory as a ballerina in a past life. But the dream of dancing en pointe showed me that I knew how to do it. Whether or not my physical brain remembered, there was a memory in my light body. Perhaps a cellular memory of another time, another place. Continue reading
My Country Estate Across the Street
I’ve always known Prospect Park was a public park, and while I’ve been grateful to live so close by, I have felt its limitations as well as my own limitations in not being able to walk somewhere different for a change. Just for a change… Then this strange thing happened last night…and I was the one who changed… Continue reading
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