Calligraphy can be so useful!

 

 Calligraphy can be so useful! I made this just for me, but then thought someone else might get something from it, LOL.

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If you enjoyed my absurd …um, I guess it qualifies as a picture poem (it was a bizarre kind of meditation, ornamentation and all), check out Share My Insanity: It Improves Everything. Readers are kindly saying it is unusual among self-help books, and that they like that! Its self-help humor and creative madness offer methods that support the whole you, so it has too many topics to list here, but its topics relevant to this blog are: self-expression, creativity, art, and rants. :-) Oh, for clarity’s sake, it does not have my calligraphy. But it does support your creative and other goals. Available on Amazon.

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Walking Between the Stars: A Weekend Spiritual Retreat, Pagan Style

Walking Between the Stars: A Weekend Spiritual Retreat, Pagan Style

Register before March 2—$200. After March 2—$250.

Imagine a weekend where you are cared for spiritually, in ceremonies led by a shaman elder.

Envision a pagan retreat! 

Ritual will range from peaceful to ecstatic to transformative to very ol’ fashioned witchy to solemn to funny.

Escape the grind and take care of you.  A two day ceremony to:
* Spiritually refuel and rejuvenate.
* Center into authentic self.
* Be immersed in Divine love.
* Receive insight about your goals, challenges, and your life in general.
* Get covered in stardust!

Suitable to all levels, no experience needed. E.g., the above centering into self is suitable whether you’ve never felt the real you, want to deepen your sense of self more than ever, are a bit un-centered because of a crazy schedule, or …

Guardian Ancestor, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

Guardian Ancestor, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

Drawing on 25 years experience as a spiritual healer and ritualist, I’ll use time-honored shamanic modalities. A lot of the weekend ritual will be channeled to meet the needs of attendees. Each person also receives personal guidance and direct spiritual transmissions.

We who are Fey-touched often find self, Divinity, and power when playing in other realms. During our weekend together, we’ll be walking between the stars.

This relaxing exhilaration will occur just outside Meadville, Pennsylvania, Sat & Sun, AUGUST 18 & 19. We are in ritual each day from 10 A.M. to 4 P.M. (with an hour break for lunch). The rest of the weekend we can hang out together, or wander off on our own to play or ponder or nap—it’s up to the individual. 
 
I’ve heard the following accommodations are affordable and pleasant, but I can’t make endorsements. Motel Six (814) 724-6366 / Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (B&B) (814) 337-2018 / Azalea House (B&B) (814) 337-8883 / Holiday Inn Express (814) 724-6012 / Brookdale Campgrounds (814) 789-3251

This is a lovely rural—though very conservative—area.

Having fun learning digital art the past few weeks. I made the banner for this event using an app called Procreate. The three spheres are photos of pieces I’d painted on silk. I drew the calligraphy right in the app—great app for $5! Francesca De Grandis

REGISTER for Walking Between the Stars at www.paypal.com  : log into your account, then click the Send Money tab. Use outlawbunny@outlawbunny.com as the Recipients Email. Fill in the amount of $200 before March 2. After March 2—$250. PUT THE FOLLOWING IN THE NOTES SECTION: the words “Walking Between the Stars,” your name, postal address, and phone #.

Upon receipt of payment, your place is reserved; event details will be emailed to you. No refunds. If you need more info, prefer to pay by check or money order, or want to discuss scholarship or trade, call me: 814-337-2490. Don’t email; disabilities = I can’t discuss events by email. Thanks!

Blissed out weekend, blessed with renewal, sacred fellowship.

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See Beauty, Express Beauty, Adorn the Cosmos

I calligraphed today’s blog.

I wrote the above prose in 2008, and wrote it out yesterday as a meditation. An aside: I never thought I would share my calligraphy publicly. It was for myself, mostly. (And I did not think it was good enough. Now I don’t care if it is “good enough,” I just want to share this personal part of me sometimes.) I’d calligraph class handouts, but they were for the students’ use only, not to be shared further. Heh, in fact, in 1986 I calligraphed 120 pages of notes from which to teach a twelve week Third Road class, though no one has ever seen those pages except me (except for the handful that I used as handouts). I added ornamentation, Celtic knot work, the whole nine yards, just for my own viewing. But I needed the act of calligraphing my words, to ensure my mind was not entrapped and confined by academic parameters, because I was in college at the time (returned to school late in life). Luckily, I taught that class once or twice a year for a long time, so all that pen work was not consigned to a drawer, I saw it a lot. Make art for yourself!

OMG, having typed that last sentence, I realize that this aside is not an aside! It totally ties in with the blog. Yup, my subconscious once again is doing its job, contributing quite well! Embrace inner chaos!
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Speaking of embracing inner chaos, Share My Insanity has methods, musings, and madness to help you do that! Oh, wait, LOL, there are more connections happening, I love it. The book connects chaos to other themes of this blog: creativity, knowing your beauty, connectivity , and anarchy. Share My Insanity, available on Amazon.

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Share My Insanity—Reviews

Sooooo happy! Midwest Book Review gave Share My Insanity a big thumbs up:

“It’s not a bad idea to be a little crazy. Share My Insanity: It Improves Everything is an inspirational book from Francesca De Grandis as she advises readers to bring in their own chaos to life and fully embrace it. Advising readers of any spiritual walk in life to break through and find their own endeavor, Share My Insanity is an inclusive call to improve one’s own life with its unique brand of humor, very much recommended.”

Please share the link to this post: I’m getting word out almost entirely word of mouth. Whew, that is taking a long time! I constantly encourage myself to keep going, because I believe in Share My Insanity, but sales don’t usually happen fast with grassroots promotion. Bless Midwest Book Review for reviewing a trickster mystic  (I call the book self-help  humor); their Small Press Bookwatch supports books from small publishers.

Just got a painting app, I made this photo of me pretty. LOL. Oops, I should not have said that! I should have labeled this, “Self-portrait, Francesca De Grandis” to be a properly pompous literary figure.

This review is a real coupe for a grassroots project. Thank you, Gods!

I haven’t posted the book’s other reviews yet. Bad bunny! I hope to post ‘em soon.

If you want to interview me about Share My Insanity, shoot me an email, or post below. Thanks for stopping by!!!

Share My Insanity, available on Amazon.

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A Rant about Whether Humanity Has Evolved At All

I’d like to think the human species has evolved. Then I remember the Jerry Springer show. On the other hand, ancient Romans’ idea of entertainment was to throw people to lions. So maybe we’ve improved a little. (I wonder if the crowds watching this spectator sport scarfed down an ancient equivalent of hot buttered popcorn.)

Surely, technology’s giving independent thinkers an easy platform online made me hopeful. Then I realized that people in power no longer have to assassinate the likes of Gandhi or MLK Jr. Digital noise drowns their messages! If anyone thinks me insensitive, I’m pointing out something horrific society is insensitive to: Powers-that-be no longer have to bother to murder someone whose life-changing ideas threaten dominant structures! Silencing and censorship by sheer din is an old trick we have not grown past. I suspect digital noise was nurtured to smother any truths spoken.

OK, my cat is too cute for words!

OK, my cat is too cute for words!

But maybe that was not needed, maybe instead of evolving, we’ve devolved. Look at the online attention given to tripe. Try an experiment: Post the most syrupy cliché you can create. For example, a pic of a kitten with these words under it: “I may be small, but you gotta love me.” (I’m embarrassed to have made that up.) I’ll bet it gets 1000s times more likes and re-tweets than a Nobel Prize winner’s site.

Wait, the ease with which anyone can have a website is good sign. I get to have a voice! On the other hand, I might be presumptuous to assume I add anything except more digital noise.

On the “Yes, the web shows human evolution” side of the argument: I can order Netflix movies online…Maybe that is less proof of evolution and more proof that I only care about me. Hmm.

 Ah, here’s a true goody: the internet nurtures independence for crips; despite being a shut-in, I can have a store because it is online. 

Okay, this is getting long for online reading, but there’s virtue in an occasional rant. Moving on, our overall use of social media does not bode well. We could have used it to engage in thoughtful dialog open to all. Think global town meeting. Instead, we’ve re-created—and augmented!—ol’ fashion mob mentality. Think Salem’s witchcraft trials gone viral—knee-jerk accusations ruining lives, mass hysteria driving decisions, slanderous gossip masquerading as high moral ground.

I could argue that social media’s contribution to political activism is amazing. But exceptions that prove the rule existed even in Neanderthal times. When other guys were clubbing women on the head and dragging them to caves, there probably was one fellow painting cave walls to lure a female to his abode.

Social media could be a chance to leave mind-numbing television and its corporate messages. Instead, we use social media for the same escapism and big-business ads. I do this myself, sigh, drug myself by traveling online until I’m numb and dumb.

Social media is an oxymoron, emphasis on moron. Does anyone who follows the tweets of celebrities who don’t follow back understand the “social” in “social media?” Celebrities post identical jokes and recommendations for the same pieces of jewelry. Clearly there’s a company writing their tweets. I’m not saying they’re wrong to do this. They’re busy folks. My point is, we had a choice, and these are the uses we’ve made of technological progress.

I cannot stop my rant, my inner debate. Please hang in for some last points: Democracy might be a sign of evolution. But when America’s European settlers freed themselves from England, all they did was get rid of the word “royalty.” We still have rulers, people wealthy to the point of royal insanity whose carelessness of the general populace is just as insane.

While poor and a lot of middle class cannot afford healthcare, American royalty have enough expendable income to spend thousands and thousands to go into space for a purely recreational trip. The brutal disparity between the haves and have-nots continues unchecked. And if this is our use of tech, have we changed since the caveman?

But I need hope. Maybe the only thing that matters is hope for—and belief in —humanity’s potential.

My belief in human’s ability to evolve spiritually as individuals and as a society is enormous. That is why I’ve devoted my life to being a spiritual guide for over a quarter of a century. 

I want to think we’ve improved. I want to believe that all the hard work of Buddha and Jesus and other spiritual greats, that all the dedication of scientists, that all the prayers, chants, and sacrifices of mothers, fathers, and soldiers, that all the courage of risktakers like Martin Luther King Jr, that all the visions of mystics, poets, and painters have helped the human species become better as a whole. I guess it is up to me, to be better, do better, make better choices. And up to each of us.

And finally, my inarguable proof of improvement is hot buttered popcorn. So I refuse to research whether it is a new invention or existed since Romans. Onward!
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More rants are in Share My Insanity, available on Amazon. The book challenges many hurtful ideas accepted even in the alternative community. We can evolve, but not without admitting our individual and collective faults.

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Finding Happiness during Difficult Times

I'm having a good day!

I'm having a good day!

If you read last week’s blog, you know I was depressed when I wrote it. My efforts to change how I felt worked. Next day, I woke in a great mood. A week or so later, I’m still happy. Life is good. The sunlight in my living room is gorgeous.

My uplifted feelings exist despite this week’s events: mice invaded my kitchen, yesterday I had food poisoning, which was followed by…well, you get the idea—life strikes again. And again, often.

I’m not saying I’ve been blissed out all week. I’ve had my fair share of rants and down moments. Okay, I’ve had down hours. But I’ve been happy a lot, so much that it has me thinking about ways I find happiness during challenges. Here are three of those methods. Then, maybe you’ll share your techniques below.

1) Be proactive, if at all possible. When I came down with multiple sclerosis (that’s the closest we’ve gotten to a diagnosis, and it was tentative), I tried anything I could to improve my situation. Being proactive is not always easy. For example, at first, I’d get out of bed and finally manage to stand, then immediately become so dizzy that I would fall over; I would aim for the bed, hoping I would hit it instead of the floor. Luckily I always managed to get the bed.

I don’t mention my terrible vertigo in order to sound pathetic or heroic. My point is that vertigo was one of many severe, sudden physical problems that limited me; I had little physical or emotional wherewithal to get anything done. But I was as proactive as I could manage. Do what you can—no matter how little—to change your situation.

Besides, when you’re down, it really helps if you try to get up. LOL.

Yes, your efforts might fail. But your attempts in themselves have benefits. For example, a study shows that, during a traumatizing event in their life, people who actively seek ways to overcome the situation tend to experience less psychological damage.

2) Tell yourself that unseen factors can turn your negative situation into something wonderful. Tell yourself that you’re not seeing solutions but they’ll come. Assure yourself with these ideas, even if you don’t believe them; rough times can discourage us so much that our life view becomes needlessly hopeless.

Also, trusting a solution is possible creates a solution. That’s not New Age doublespeak. Once I think a solution exists, I automatically relax. I go about my business. Next thing I know, an amazing solution enters my mind. Had constant worried thoughts (“This is hopeless, hopeless, hopeless”) filled my conscious awareness, the creative outpourings of my subconscious would never have risen to consciousness. My brain would’ve been too full of misery to have room for new ideas, and lack the peace needed for an innovative thought to gently enter. *

Besides, repeatedly giving yourself messages like “What’s the use of trying!” heaps more misery on top of whatever you’re already going through! Life is painful enough, don’t make it worse by telling yourself things you’d recognize as injurious if someone else said them to you. In other words, if a person kept at you with remarks like “There’s nothing you can do to improve your life,” you’d think they were plain old mean ! Don’t be mean to you.

3) Help someone else.* My three tips are not necessarily easy to do. And there are times when the best way to help others is to take care of yourself. But when I can give a helping hand, I forget my problems. I get a break from both them and my fear about the future; I’m more comfortable in my skin for a while.

Focusing on someone else’s needs shows me we’re all in this together. Realizing that I’m not the only one with difficulties gives me perspective, destroys my self-pity (I am prone to the “Poor me, my troubles are worse than anyone else’s” syndrome), and helps eradicate a sense of isolation that often occurs when problems overwhelm us.

Think this article cheap talk on my part? If I can find joy despite my challenges, anyone can. But instead of a litany of proofs in my pudding, I’ll give one example: Illness has made me a shut-in for ten years.

Hard Times are just that: hard. But they’re part of life. Sometimes they last years, sometimes they come and go all day. Again, do what you can, even if it is tiny, and keep on with that as often as you can—it will eventually pan out.

Don’t wait until a crisis is over to look for happiness. It is waiting for you to find it. Look, right there, do you see it?
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* For more ways to free up your subconscious’s creativity and informativeness: Share My Insanity, available on Amazon. The book also shows why being of service can heal your spirit in ways nothing else will.

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Crip-Dancing Grief, Calligraphing Grief

My Heart Hurts, FDG 2012

Cat’s in my wheelchair, I can’t lift her out. I want to be in You, surrender. Make me who can best serve Your plan. I’ve no power.

Cut my finger, sucked it, I taste like raspberries. Guess SADD has not completely messed me up yet, but I am hurting. Bit by bit, SADD has crept up on me, I did not know if I was depressed or just coming to grips with some awful things that happened, admitting such things occur in this world. Or both. I still don’t know but today I do realize SADD is here.

Better go outside into sun and invigorating cold before SADD gets any worse. Glad I’m well ‘nuf again now and that the weather is a bit better.

Being outside helps. Then I plummet. Hate everything and everybody. A friend of mine once said, “When you’re depressed, you don’t think ‘I’m depressed.’ Instead, you think, ‘The world is a terrible place.’” Yup, the world is awful, people stink.

Detail from My Heart Hurts, FDG 2012.

I am a lousy spiritual leader. God, You picked the wrong person, my spiritual state is awful, I am hating my species. Hm, is this depression talking? Of course it is! I hope it is.

I better go meditate, do the rest of my physical therapy, see if that helps. Oh, and drink St John’s wort, that obliterated my SADD one year.

I start exercise. A bit of movement makes me feel deeply sad, this is not SADD alone. I forsake the usual physical therapy, and work out by dancing grief. I’m a crip, my dance is not what some might imagine. But it moves the awful sadness about those awful things I mentioned.

The St John’s wort is steeping. I just remember, I have Motherwort glycerite I made from my garden, will take that, too.

I calligraph my grief, that helps too.

Thank you, God, it’s mostly a day off, so I have the luxury of pain, of allowing myself time to work it out and away. This sadness has been lurking, even in the air around me, a long time, maybe years, needing to come out and play. Thank You for a day in which I have enough physical strength and mental acuity for healing my spirit, instead of a day ill physical health takes all. Just between you and me, I took care of my inner landscape instead of survival chores. But until I made beauty to cure my depression, survival felt worthless, I wasn’t tending to it anyway. Onward! Time to eat a beautiful dinner.
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Art and crafts can be self-help. DIY inner-transformation! I teach classes about bringing art ‘n’ spirituality together. If you don’t receive announcements of upcoming classes, here is where to sign up. At the time of this posting, a class starts next week, so if you want to get some work done now, email me for info about that class: outlawbunny @ outlawbunny.com

If you enjoyed this blog, I share in-depth about my life as a mystic and just plain ol’ human being in Share My Insanity , available on Amazon .

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If you wanted the Pagan Contemplative class but could not attend because it met on Tuesdays, I’m also doing a Sunday class. Dates  and other details below.
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The Pagan Contemplative, the Ecstatic Monastic: A Seven Week Course

A Spirit of Place I Live, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

A Spirit of Place I Live, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

This class is beneficial whether you
* choose to devote yourself to pagan monasticism
* do not have as much time for spiritual practices as a monastic, but want more ongoing spiritual focus in, for example, your career, creative process, or parenting
* or need help fitting your spirituality into a busy professional and family schedule. Learn aspects of the ecstatic contemplative life, to draw on its serenity, respite, and immersion in Divine Love. 

The class also reveals methodologies for the ecstatic monastic’s joy and centering into one’s true self. This material is not based in specific dogma. I work with your belief system or lack thereof. It doesn’t matter if you’re a newbie to spiritual practice or an old-timer. 

We will touch the core of living mysticism, earth spirituality, inner power, and daylong connectivity with Divine love and guidance, because the curriculum is carefully constructed and well-rooted.   

I spent seven years in a contemplative life, creating a pagan monastic system for myself. A lot of time has passed since, during which I honed tools, theories, and schedules to meet my ever-shifting commitments to community service, and to always bring me more deeply into self, Divine Joy, and service.   

I’m an originator of modern daily pagan practice and a source for traditional ones. When Be a Goddess!was published in 1998, readers told me that their belief system was earth-centered but they needed to borrow daily spiritual practices from other traditions, and were so happy that my book had given them pagan-specific daily practices. For many years prior to the book, my oral tradition teachings shared even more of the daily practices I’d developed. Many of my methodologies became standard pagan material, and influenced a number of traditions.

Guardian Ancestor, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

Guardian Ancestor, silk painting, Francesca De Grandis

I was thought odd for creating a worldview and system whereby contemplative and monastic modalities aren’t at odds with paganism and ecstatic spirituality. Eventually, my material caught on. I’m flattered by imitators but, exceptions aside, they don’t convey the essence of what took years to create, nor breathe new life into it with well-developed variations. Use your intuition about what I am saying, decide for yourself.   

I cannot express how excited I am to share material I’ve never taught in a class before.   

For you interested in the Druid training I give: There’s little overtly Druidic material in this class, but it’s truly part of the Druid training. My visioning (mytho-poetic) reveals Druids to be the original monastics, an ecstatic fellowship.   

Beauty Moi - Fantasy Art by Outlaw Bunny AKA Francesca De Grandis

Beauty Moi - Fantasy Art by Outlaw Bunny AKA Francesca De Grandis

Nuts and bolts:
* These are group meetings by phone. To participate, just dial the phone from anywhere.
* CLASS MEETS SEVEN CONSECUTIVE SUNDAYS, 4 PM (EST) TO 4:55 PM, STARTING SUN., MARCH 11. Daylight Saving Time begins March 11.
* RESERVE SUNDAY APRIL 29, same time, for a makeup class in case I’m unavailable for one of the planned sessions.
* TUITION: $250. Your usual long-distance charges apply, and appear on your phone bill. The event’s area code is a U.S. #.
* TO REGISTER, click Beauty Moi. (Click the pic, not its grey border.)
* Or pay by check or money order.

* After payment, I email you the event phone number, etc. No refunds.
* For more info, or to discuss scholarship, trade, or payment plan, call 814-337-2490. Do not email me.
* A mystical event is no substitute for medical care by a trained physician, psychiatric counseling, or other therapeutic treatments. Participants are personally responsible for the consequences of their voluntary participation.  

Love and service, FDG

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Now, Self, Alone, God

Francesca De Grandis, 2012 This is all brush dipped into Pearl Ex and guar gum mixed with water. The pic does not show how the Pearl Ex makes the letters glimmer.

Now, Self, Alone, God
January 15, 2012

My life has become very primitive. Here, where I live now. I have left the sunny angst of California and its intellectual dilemmas. Here the snow winter shuts me in, without vitamin D, I have not left the house for days. I am ruled by the seasons, they are no longer just inspiration for poesy and ritual. Will J be able to drive in this weather to pick up my food for me?

My life has become primitive. I need, I always need, someone to wash my dishes and pots so that I can prepare food. Many of the things I need for survival I cannot do. It is ongoing, my life is asking someone to help, scheduling when they can help. Can someone help today? I need to find someone to help today.

I am not complaining. I am not “whining,” I am mourning losses, I am sad about my present circumstances, and sitting with God, who listens, holds me in my sorrow. My beautiful skin once lit from within—a Sicilian heritage, nurtured by homemade facials that my disabilities rarely allow anymore—is now dry, dull, rough, made so by this place’s hard water and rough weather, and by age and illness, and worry about money and survival.

I wrote this simple liturgy/poem/ritual/technique/… a while ago, for my personal meditations. After using it a lot, I wanted new ways to find its depth, so explored it with calligraphy. That helped further internalize the lesson I am trying to give myself. Speaking of which, I integrate my visual art with the rest of my life, so thus far I’ve only a few out ‘n’ out gallery posts. If you want to see more of my art, browse my blog. This piece was done with brushes and various colored inks, except for the purple, which was brush dipped into Pearl Ex and guar gum mixed with water. Francesca De Grandis, 2012

I wrote this simple liturgy/poem/ritual/technique/… a while ago, for my personal meditations. After using it a lot, I wanted new ways to find its depth, so explored it with calligraphy. That helped further internalize the lesson I am trying to give myself. Speaking of which, I integrate my visual art with the rest of my life, so thus far I’ve only a few out ‘n’ out gallery posts. If you want to see more of my art, browse my blog. This piece was done with brushes and various colored inks, except for the purple, which was brush dipped into Pearl Ex and guar gum mixed with water. Francesca De Grandis, 2012

In this life of constant survival concerns and powerlessness, God is my beauty. I am filled with divine blessings and childlike wonder. These are gifts, freely given me, through no merit of my own. But I do work for them. If we give way to the deception that there is no time for spiritual practices when life is brutal, we have lost sight. The crux (or a crux) of spirituality is that we cleave to it no matter what. Easier said than done, but a truth nonetheless. It is vital that I try my best to cleave, even if sometimes the best I can do is an on-again off-again, and faltering.

Our country was traumatized by the bombing of the twin towers. It is known that when a child suffers a great tragedy, the child does fine if given parental support. And gets far worse if further traumatized by parents – or other caretakers – who either do not support the child through their suffering, or “kick ‘em while they’re down.” When we, as a country, suffered the tragedy of the bombing, our government grabbed hold of our already terrified throats. They made us line up in airports, stripping us of our rights, insisting, “You are scared yes, good, be scared be scared be scared, we are taking away your rights, we do this to help you.” It was like a parent saying, “We do this for your own good!” as he punches a child who was already beaten up by schoolmates.

We as a people (or at least many of us) are still reeling from the government’s abuse, and from our daily scramble – which they helped induce – to pay bills, survive, avoid homelessness. One way we still buy the government’s message “Be scared be scared,” hook, line, and sinker, is to believe we have no time for either spiritual practices or spiritual lessons. We’ve been deceived into thinking that there must be nothing but our brutalized day-to-day scramble, that survival takes all. I am not denying the harsh realities that many of us live in nor the reality of that scramble to feed our children. But we have been lied to, convinced survival is an excuse to forsake our spirits, as if working to keep our spirits whole no matter what has not always been a core human and spiritual concern, as if our current excuse to focus only on survival is different from past excuses in human history.

And, when I tend spirit, my scramble lessens. And, because I am tending spirit, bit by bit terror is leaving.

Beauty fills my day, my crippled body, my worried heart. God is that beauty, gives that beauty, shows my beauty, holds my beauty.

God, help me continue my spiritual practices, continue receiving spiritual lessons, keep growing so I can meet the problems of this primitive life. Help me continue to help others find your beauty, find their own beauty, because unless I do so, I cannot have beauty myself.
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If you enjoyed the thoughts above, I share in-depth about my life as a mystic, shaman, and just plain ol’ human being in Share My Insanity , available on Amazon.

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Paper Cutting: Shelf Paper (Hearth Blessing)

This traditional domestic adornment was often cut from newspapers. I prefer glossy, colored pages from magazines. (I find it exciting that, after years of making this shelf paper, I happened to move to Pennsylvania, which is known for it, as part of Scherenschnitte—the tradition of Pennsylvania German papercutting.)

It is easy to make, it’s as if you’re cutting paper dolls, and it looks great even if simple.

Papercutting of Fan. Francesca De Grandis Designed & Cut

I usually prefer to design complex, detailed cuttings (such as the fan pictured here, which I probably made between 1994 and 1998). But since  complexity is not needed with shelf paper, you gain two benefits: 1) It is a craft project your children can do with great results. 2) I wouldn’t want to spend hours on one complex shelf-edging, because wear and tear will make me have to replace it within the year, unlike the cuttings that I frame.

If you fold three magazine pages together, and cut them all at once so that they are identical, you can attach them to each other to adorn a longer shelf. In recent years, I’ve added the use of paper punches that make fun shapes like moons and stars, but you can do it all freehand, I used to, and it was just as lovely that way.

This paper “lace” is not laid down on the horizontal surface of a shelf like regular shelf paper. Attach it to the edge of a shelf—see picture. I use masking tape.

A few years ago, I realized you can use the same cutting method to make a decorative cover for a flower pot. I love upcycling paper! You can do so many wonderful things!

Making shelf paper for my home and a couple of friends seemed like a way to bless our new year and start it off fresh. It also is upcycling,* (LOL. Doing craft with whatever is around the house is not new to our generation, it is traditional!) Upcycling feels homey and cozy during the winter, I feel it adds hearth blessings to the cuttings.

Love and kisses,
Francesca De Grandis

* To upcycle means recycling material into art or crafts projects. I recycle a great deal of material for the arts ‘n’ crafts I create. Check out my Etsy shop.

 Speaking of which, if you’re looking for pics of my artwork here, browse my blog. I like integrating my visual art with the rest of my life, so thus far I’ve only a few out ‘n’ out gallery posts.

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