Wendy Brown – one of the most inspirational women I have had the pleasure of knowing.
Wendy’s book – Light on a Dark Canvas – http://www.lightonadarkcanvas.blogspot.com/ is pure inspiration and reading this incredible account of survival will bring to you the realization that Wendy is a truly remarkable Soul.
Today, 30th November, 2012 our art group met for our annual breakfast celebration and Wendy joined us in her words of inspiration as she lay in bed forcing each breath so that she could see her darling children one more time. She sent this letter to us.
ART GROUP – WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE WITH YOU – by Wendy Brown
EPHESIANS 2v6: Now Glory be God who through his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of – infinitely beyond our highest prayers, dreams, thoughts or hopes.
Please all know that this is true for every one of you! Please never think you can’t do something just because you don’t know how!
Angus Buchan: If your dream isn’t so big that it can’t come true without God, it’s not big enough.
Everyone of us is unique with a unique contribution to make. Much more important to God than our abilities is our availability.
Beethoven’s prayer – remember he went deaf – “Divine One, Thou lookest into my inmost soul, Thou knowest that love of man and desire to do good live therein. O God, give me strength to conquer myself, nothing must chain my life”.
Wendy quoted this from memory on the work of Maurice Escher:
“It was written in a book on Maurice Escher as a quotation at the top of that page in the same way I wrote quotations at the top of my chapters…”
“Tell us master, what is art?”
“Do you want to know what the bleating herd thinks of as art or what I think?”
“No master. Tell us what you think.”
“When I see the path that a soul has wrought, that to me is art”.
Now why I love this so much is that technical abilities we can learn, but the path that a soul has wrought is ART – that’s what it is about. That is what we can express uniqely that no one else in this world has the ability to express. Accept the UNIQUE US!
It means that a three year old’s painting of wind in the trees is as valid as an art work as anything done by a professional – she has told HER TRUTH.
“This is the end of what I’ve needed to tell the art group” – Wendy Brown
A week ago Wendy invited her lady friends to participate in a wish from her “bucket list”. We laughed about this while Wendy was in hospital in Knysna and never would be have believed we would all do the crazy wish!
It was Wendy’s wish to swim naked in the sea. From her sick bed, Wendy arranged for the hire of a ferry to take us up the Keurbooms to a little natural beach and there we shared in the happy madness of the naked-to-the-world swim.
Beautiful women who have shared some part of Wendy’s life both here in Plett and some from early Rhodesia days arrived at the ferry with cool boxes of delicious food and champagne. All aboard and Wendy arrived with her daughter, Cheryl, her sisters and niece – plus a substantially large tank of oxygen.
“For she’s a jolly good fellow…” sung by all of us, teary eyed, seeing this beautiful lady bravely climb on board with us all. Russel, our guide took us up river, about 7 kilometres into the pristine waters of this ancient place.
All aboard for a trip that none of us will ever forget.
Hats, bags, towels, food and trepidation – what had our friend spoken us into doing ..
Wendy’s sisters came from their overseas homes to spend some crazy time with us and quality time with Wendy.
And then, the ferry pulled in at one of the beaches and we climbed off the ferry while Russel, our gallant guide, headed for the hills and stayed away to give the girls total privacy. Wendy was the first one naked and then the panties and skirts flew and we all gathered on the beach in preparation for the cold water dip.Naked in our Truth
And the water was COLD and warm and refreshing. The high tannin in the water made us all look tanned and young – not a dimple in sight
Two days of great fun as we play, move and push watercolour into delightful artistic experiences.
September 20 -21st, 2012
Water colour painting is my passion. I taught myself to paint, or more accurately, life taught me to paint. The way we learn to approach our creativity in art, can become a new way of finding how we can best approach our life journey – with greater confidence, originality and delight.
If you are ready to re-experience the joy of water colour, stretch the boundaries of your creativity, and embrace the serendipity of flow, then this workshop is for you, (regardless of the level of your accomplishment).
More detailed information about the workshop and materials list at joytruscott.co.za or you may contact Joy at email@example.com or 079 180 7639. As there will be limited space participants will need to reserve their place with payment made in full at the time of booking and this will not be refundable. Price to be determined by the number of participants. Groups of less than 6 = R700 Groups 6 – 10 = R650 Groups 11 – 15 = R600
The creative journey parallels our walk on earth and as we connect with this rhythm and flow, so we transform in wondrous ways.
Tubes of water colour paint as we need to make wells of colour for pouring. Small paper / plastic cups for many colours
Colours: Lemon Yellow, Cadmium Yellow, Raw Sienna, Rose Madder / Alizarin Crimson, Cadmium Red, Burnt Sienna, Prussian Blue, Cerulean Blue, Cobalt Blue, Ultramarine Blue, Sap Green, Hookers Green, Cadmium Orange.
Tube of white acrylic paint, or the white they give in cheaper tube tray sets
Water colour inks or acrylic inks in bright colours
White tissue paper, cling wrap, scissors, paper towel
Flat and round brushes in various sizes
Water colour paper 300g weight at least, in various sizes
I will bring the black boards for those who would like to try this way of NOT stretching and working with their creation. These cost about R15 to R30, depending on the size.
I no longer stretch paper with tape and all the other fussy stuff.
By Joy Truscott – Inspired after a walk on our Jeffrey’s Bay Beach
Walking on the beach I see the footsteps forming behind my path. I look back and see that the line of steps is not in a straight line, even though I thought I was walking a direct route. The pathway curves gently around the slight impressions of the sand mounds. I was not even aware that I had been following the contours of the earth.
I walk now with a sense of purpose, placing each foot gently on the earth. Where the sand is hard and unyielding the steps are barely visible and where the sand is soft, I see my mark pressed into the ground. I understand that the world can be like the sand. Soft and yielding at times, allowing me to leave an impression that is well formed and noticeable. At other times, the earth is hard and unrelenting. I have still traveled that way yet the mark I leave is known only to me, so slight is it.
The wind blows towards me and lifts my hair and my spirits, bringing in the smell of the ocean. The breath of life. I breathe it in through my nostrils, recharging my energy and my soul. The wind dances on the sand and lifts the edges from the footprints, smoothing the indentations and sometimes covering them up entirely. Still, I know that I walked that way.
I stop to see, to breathe, to rest a while. My prints are behind me and not yet made ahead of me. I see the expanse of clear sand washed beach and feel the tingle of anticipation realizing that the steps I am to take from this moment on are the ones I wish to make. From this point of pause I can decide which direction I choose to walk; how firmly I intend to place my feet; how far I intend to take myself along the route.
All the while around me the air is changing; the wind the light, and the scenery. It might be the same place it was moments before, but now it looks different. I am aware of the ever-changing, moving and shifting of the atmosphere. As I walk, I adjust my jacket to shield me from the cooling air. I adjust me. The scene will always change. How can I possibly think that it will stay the same? I am not the same. I make the changes in me that allow me to stay in the changing scene. I move myself across the path, following the curves and avoiding the beach debris. Before, I never considered how amazing this ability within me actually is. Now I am aware and grateful. So much goes on within me that I am unconscious to. What an amazing, resilient being I am!
At times I look down and find treasures along the path. Tiny, beautifully formed shells in vivid colors. Fragile and perfect, until an idle step shatters them. Some things will not survive on our walk through life. We are bound to fracture something along the way. Nature forgives by supplying abundance. I give thanks for the abundance. I forgive generously and earnestly.
I look up and see the expanse of sky. Even the horizons are not the end. There is more. So much more. I could feel small and unseen in the vastness, but I feel held and loved. I am part of this wondrous creation and loved as much as the tiniest shell. I see the purpose and the plan for even the smallest of creatures. Each life interlocking in exquisite precision. Without one, the cycle cannot sustain itself. I long to have all of mankind see this picture; this connection.
The wind has blown patterns in the sand. The bits of drift wood hold similar patterns. The sea snails weave their hieroglyphic messages in the wet sand.
There is a pattern for all beings. We are part of an intricate tapestry. The thread that holds us all together is the breath of life. We are encapsulated in the same pod of earth. Sustained by the same light and Source.
The reflections of the mountains and the clouds shine in the water washed beach. The earth reflects the sky. The sky reflects the earth. Heaven and Earth. Ying and Yang, Good and Difficult. Ease and Challenge. It is all one. The separation is in our seeing of it.
I turn to walk back, my footprints still showing along some of the journey. I try to walk inside my step. My haltering steps are laboured. I cannot place my feet in the same mark without walking backwards and looking over my shoulder. This is ridiculous and makes me laugh. I stumble and fall. In life why would I consider trying to retrace my old steps? They do not fit me anymore. I cannot walk them with the same sense of trust and ease. I have to concentrate so much on each step in order to “get it right”, that I cannot enjoy the journey. The unrealistic expectation could leave me disappointed and unfulfilled, if this was a serious walk-for-life.
Luckily for me, I can choose to even dance some of the way. I step and leap, swirl and sway, leaving a myriad of different prints to show the movement of flow and ease. My spirits are lifted and I feel as light as the seagulls that swoop overhead. I have moved a great distance and haven’t even been aware of labour. My dancing feet have freed me from the stilted, restricted, concentrated, self-imposed labouring walk. I choose to dance more.
It is the end of the meander now and I look back over the path and feel a sense of light and satisfaction for giving myself this time of life. I have moved over rocks, hard and soft sinking sand and I have adjusted to each change and moved on. The wind has blown and it has been hot at times. Still, I danced and laughed and I will keep on dancing and laughing, even when my footprints can no longer be seen by others. I know that I have participated regardless of the visible impression left behind. That has made all the difference to me.
Saturday, October the First 2011, was the inspiration day for the creation for Soul Awakening SA. It is our desire to bring a Light of Healing to this country and planet.
Amy Vermeulen, Irene Brand and Joy Truscott dreamed up the idea of collectively broadcasting a message of Hope, Love and Light.
We would love for you to be part of this. This is our answer to networking and sharing in a Loving, Unselfish and Encouraging way. We all have Unique gifts, knowledge and abilities. If we commit ourselves to sharing these gifts, we are able to make each of us more whole, more complete.
Whatever your gift might be, please consider sharing this with as many as you can – and from this platform we can begin to reach out to one another in the spirit of Love and Truth. Hold someone’s hand, guide, mentor, teach, encourage, applaud, and most of all help someone else to know the fullness of their potential – just because you cared.
Our beautiful planet is at a critical point in time. We can all crumble under the weight of the misery that abounds; the negative talk, the hate and fear, OR we can find small ways to connect, nourish, nurture and re-frame the events of our lives.
For the turn-around to happen, each and every one of us needs to know that we will have to make a contribution. We all need to become part of the solution in whatever way we can, no gesture is too small or insignificant. If you feel your contribution might be so small as to not be needed, think again. Just a smile can lighten up a life. We all have at least that. From small gestures of openness and authentic outreach, we can make an enormous difference. I know that we might not be here to see the outcome, but our children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews will be.
I have now reached the delightful age of 52, what a privilege to say our age and be grateful for the passage of time that we have been Blessed to receive. Each year of my life has brought exceptional journeys, learning and beautiful friends. The world is so much more accessible now than before and we can reach out to our Soul Brothers and Sisters with greater ease. Now is the time for us to enjoy this dynamic time of Connecting and make it work for the benefit of all Beings. We are standing on the edge of a great leap towards a future that is Magnificent. Let us begin to speak the future into being with positive, loving and authentic words. I would ask, no beg, each person reading this to make a conscious decision to let go of the negative words, thoughts and news, that is sapping our Life Force. We do not have to hear all the misery that the media loves to heap upon us. You can stop the negative energy attraction by not participating. It will make a difference. x
“For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.”
Sit or stand straight, making sure that the spine is help in good posture.
Inhale a Complete Breath. Allow your body to become rigid with the buttocks tight and feet firmly on the ground. Arms strongly at the sides, hand tensed and strong.
Inhale as you extend your arms straight out in front of you with the hands level with the shoulders, palms of the hands touching. Keep the arms tight but not rigid. Allow your feet to feel like they are anchoring you to the floor. Keep the shoulders back and down, neck held with no tension.
Hold the breath as you swing the arms outward to the sides, (making a cross with your body and arms). Feel like you are opening outward with the arms and opening your chest, arms becoming more rigid as you swing back and forward. Still holding your breath do this three times and quickly bring your arms to your sides, exhale vigorously, inhale and relax into reverent position, head down and hold yourself in Loving Light.