Crystal Clear Vision Volume 3 :: Issue 3

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by Melissa Kelly

The Wildcats are our Fierce Feminine, The Protector, The Mother, Our Primal Instincts that guide us.

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Open the Door

by JoAnne Dodgson

“Forget your perfect offering. There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” — Leonard Cohen

From a shamanic perspective, change is seen as a journey through a doorway. Every change is a passage. We leave behind what’s familiar and known, letting go of what has been while creating momentum toward something not-yet experienced, unmanifested, colored by mystery and unknowns. Change involves movement, actions and choices which carry us through the opened door to the other side, whether we tentatively touch our toes in the newfound waters or exuberantly dive in.

Initiating change, any ending or beginning or transition in-between, requires that a door be cracked open, that we dare to look around and sense into what exists beyond the current landscape of our lives. Our thoughts, beliefs, emotions and dreams. Our relationships. Health, home, finances, community. Creativity. The flow and construction of our everyday lives.

Cracking open the doorway boldly sets things in motion. Because the light gets in. We see now what we couldn’t see, or maybe even dream of, before. We taste the potentials, sense the adventure, get curious and hungry for more.

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To Find You

by Scott Lockhart

I kept asking you
the same question
but your answer was
vacant, empty,
there was nothing real about it.
I remembered who you were,
the flowers in your hair,
your eyes were soft and kind.
I just wanted to find you.
To hear your sweet voice.
To see that crooked smile.
I just wanted your love
to flow again,
to tumble over me,
to cascade down the mountain
like the little stream
we’d sit by
those many years ago.

Earth’s Voices

The Movie

by Lisa Burroughs

A to Z — 26 Black and White Photographs
16 Minutes

Artist’s Statement

Authenticity and trust are at the center of making this work. In this way I can respond to what occurs — whatever is speaking to me or through me. There is often an instant when the outer world of noise disappears and I know something is resonating, sparking intuition fully to life — a living connection between Earth and artist opens. It is sustenance and it is humbling. While in the creating phase, this state of mind must be nurtured, protected and kept a secret from probing intellects — even my own inquiring mind. Simply put, I practice a tender meditation suggested to me by the natural world. (Making the work is far more natural than writing about it.)

My central thesis came after shooting and editing for six years. I knew on some level that I was working with the healing of symbols and transformation. But while working on the film, “Earth’s Voices” movie, I realized the dialogue was also about opening to the truth. I mean to say that symbols and their shapes and significance are derived from Mother Earth herself, from the strength and shape of the land and from our experience of energy surges between sky and earth. We experienced the land and her message as Sacred, we learned everything from her like children. After seeing my movie, two people helped me with that view, both anthropology and archeology experts who specialize in the origin of humans and the origin of the symbols of written language. (The appearance of some symbols in some places make it impossible to say those cultures met and shared cultural development, so…)

My A to Z photographic series “Earth’s Voices” reminds me that when the spoken word was full of power, we were also full of natural power; words were indistinct from the energies of the things named, and we were not separate from our wild nature or limited by it.

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by Lisa Kallman

An integrated energy field of creative potential…

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An Invitation

by Eva Burke

I tell myself
that I am going to put my head down
and when I look up
there will be before me
all that I need.
And so I do it
in my mind’s eye:
I put my head down
and look up
and simply see
what needs to be seen.
Of all the possible things I think I need,
it’s nothing but
rolling hills
in a thick green pine
as far and wide
as the eye can see.
It spreads out before me
like an emerald carpet
as I stand on the edge
And then
there arises
an invitation

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by J.K. Winters

Spider-like we spin the sticky web of our dreaming,
      racing freely along the swinging strands
     to the Center, where we wait, ravenous.
There, miraculously,
             in our patience of not doing,
                      we are fed.


by Nathalie Jackson

I sit here this day
Full of wonder, awake, amazed
Miracles are finding me
Seeking me out
Looking for me in the cold, dark moments.
Knowing I am in there somewhere.
Not willing to settle for anything less
Than All of Me…

Filled with gratitude
For all those who never give up on me
Small reminders of the latent beauty
Of a diamond hiding deep in stone.
Diamond, stone, sculptor — I Am All of it.

All of nature pauses before
The breaking dawn,
The breath before the diamond emerges
In anticipation
Whispering, “Yes, You CAN and you WILL rise.”
Never a doubt
That new birth will take place
Enough trust
To change the tides
To quench the raging fires
And calm the endless storm

This same trust, I find
Somehow, Somewhere, Within my Heart

The Dawn beckons me back home

It Was Always Yours

by Mikki Baloy

Take a breath, love.

As though time has stopped
(though your tenacious heart will not), pause here. Listen.

In this moment, there is nothing to do but breathe.
Or, if you like, there is nothing to do but move your body in a way
that feels good,
all your dear sinew and flesh rolling like tides or
pounding like drums.
There is truly nothing to do but enjoy the flavor of this bite of chocolate,
nothing to do but laugh with this beautiful friend,
let the sun soak into your bones
or inhale the particular fragrance of this cup of tea

In this moment, all you need do is feel the blades of grass between
your fingers
and let the broad comfort of sky cover you like a lover’s sheet.

All you have to know is
that you do not have to earn it. How could you, or anyone,
earn such wealth?
One could give her whole life, and still it would not be enough for
this much glory. So, for just this moment,
cease all effort.

You do not have to be better, thinner, happier, stronger or richer.
You do not have to have a mother who loved you or a father who
was kind.
The World does not need your explanations, or demand the secret
handshake you were never taught.
You do not have to be anything other than what you are, precisely imperfect,
right now.

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by Nara K

Acrylic on canvas

Feminine Mysticism in Art

Artists Envisioning the Divine

by Victoria Christian

The rise in the United States in recent years of feminist religious movements that focus on female images of the divine Goddess suggests that many women, in addition to men, find goddess symbolism to be appealing. Many feminist artists, too, claim to have found inspiration in goddesses and goddess symbolism as they provoke reminiscent feelings of a distant past — a vague, yet familiar reality lost to westerners. Feminist critiques of religion and some postmodernists have taken issue with traditional images of God, arguing that male hegemony in Western cultures can be correlated directly with the centrality of a single, all-powerful male god in the dominant strands of the predominately Jewish and Christian religious heritage of Europe and the United States. Many would argue further that given this situation, it is important for women as well as for men with feminist goals to recover or create empowering female symbols to help combat the ones that support patriarchy and the denial of the feminine principle.

For the past five years I have been researching the work of contemporary women artists from all over the United States. My mission has been two-fold; to study the stages of their development of an identity as women artists, separate and distinct from that of a male artist, and to study the impact and development of feminine mysticism on their lives and on the world at large.

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Making Moon Water

by Jiling Lin

Full moon nights may inspire lunacy. How do you celebrate? Do you like full moon hikes? Naked moon howling? Werewolf parties? Song circles? Dance circles? Orgies? Moon bathing, anyone?

I like to make moon water. It’s simple yet profound, and fun for kids, too. Here’s how:

  1. Fill a clear glass jar with drinking water. (I use a 1 liter Mason jar with a cap).
  2. Go outside. Place your water-filled jar in a bright moonlit clearing where it will likely get moon exposure for most of the night.
  3. Lightly cap your water or place a mesh or cloth screen on top to keep bugs out.
  4. Let sit overnight.
  5. Retrieve it in the morning before the sun hits it.
  6. Do this for all three nights of the full moon: the night before the “official” calender date full moon, the “actual” full moon night and the night after. (Or, if you’re time crunched, then just do the “actual” full moon night.)
  7. That’s it! Store your moon water in a cool place where it can stay fresh for up to a month.

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Coming of Age – What’s the Alternative?

by DeAnna L’am

I recently watched in disbelief a short video taken during an Israeli girl’s 9-year-old birthday celebration. The girl, and a group of her select girlfriends, were driven in a stretched limousine to a Beauty Salon within a Birthday Parlor, where they were primped from head to toe, given facial masks (at 9 years of age!), manicures and pedicures, hair removal and hair styling, surrounded by pink balloons, trays of sushi, cupcakes and drinks in cocktail glasses (I trust they weren’t alcoholic, but I wasn’t there).

The Hostess prompted: “Who wants to be the most beautiful one in the world?” To which a choir of girls screamed: “Me!” Interviews with the girls included gems such as: “I have a personal stylist” and “My name is Rommy, I am 6, and my hobby is eating Sushi.”

The Event Planner said: “Events start at $400 and can go up to $13,000. I get all manners of requests from parents, from hair removal to yachts with a girl lowered into them by a helicopter.”

It is painful to contemplate what this over-the-top celebration reveals about the mother who raises this girl and the mothers who send their daughters to participate in these. How must they feel about themselves as women? What messages are they hoping to convey to their daughters? And what messages do they end up bringing forth?

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