Art Workshop Plettenberg Bay at the Country Crescent Hotel – November 2013

Inspired by a call from Fiona at Destiny Magazine, this workshop grew from the idea of finding a beautiful location in my home town of Plettenberg Bay, South Africa.  Featured in Destiny Magazine was the workshop – Experiencing Life Creatively – A Journey to Inner Healing which was also inspired by their call.

Destiny Magazine Advertisement: Link to Destiny Magazine Article:http://www.destinyconnect.com/2013/09/11/soulful-spaces-sat-chit-anand/

November 16th, 2013 was a wonderful day of art at the Country Crescent Hotel in Plettenberg Bay.  we thought we might be able to paint outdoors in the beautiful surroundings but the weather had other ideas.  Luckily we had the use of the small conference room.

Cathy Henderson started her first step into her glorious future in water colours.

Cathy Henderson started her first step into her glorious future in water colours.

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AND this is what Cathy created …. WELL DONE !

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From the blank page to a beautiful work of art.

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Sue

Sue

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Olive

Olive

Lynne

Lynne

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Pat and Megan

Pat and Megan

Marie

Marie

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Sarah

Sarah

Christine

Christine

Rachelle

Rachelle

Cathy

Cathy

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And the art that came out of this group was just amazing.  Many of this wonderful group had not painted before and some had not painted for many years.

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Joy's first step of dem.

Joy’s first step of dem.

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Honouring a Special Friend – Wendy Brown

Wendy Brown – one of the most inspirational women I have had the pleasure of knowing.

At the hospital with Wendy  Cheryl and Anni, dreaming up the wild river trip.

At the hospital with Wendy Cheryl and Anni, dreaming up the wild river trip.

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.

 

Light on a Dark Canvas – Wendy brought Light to all our Paintings, her Life Journey was a beautiful piece of art x

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!

In hospital and planning the wonderful naked swim - four of us laughing and plotting - Anni, Joy, Cheryl and Wendy

In hospital and planning the wonderful naked swim – four of us laughing and plotting – Anni, Joy, Cheryl and Wendy

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 ......." Wendy arrives and we all sobbed.

“For she’s a jolly good fellow …….” Wendy arrives and we all sobbed.

“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.

Keurbooms Lagoon a ride into deep peacefulness and beauty.

Keurbooms Lagoon a ride into deep peacefulness and beauty.

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All aboard for a trip that none of us will ever forget.

 

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you think we look adorable with our clothes on - just wait ....

If you think we look adorable with our clothes on – just wait ….

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Dee - co-ordination Queen

Dee – co-ordination Queen

Wendy with her sisters

Wendy with her sisters

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Naked in our Truth

Naked in our Truth

Oh it was so cold but if Wendy could do it, so could we.

Oh it was so cold but if Wendy could do it, so could we.

and when a chug-chug boat came by with fishermen, we welcomed them to the "secluded' spot with a show of excellence x

and when a chug-chug boat came by with fishermen, we welcomed them to the “secluded’ spot with a show of excellence x

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Our Private and "secluded" beach spot

Our Private and “secluded” beach spot

A rest for Wendy and on the lovely little beach.

A rest for Wendy and on the lovely little beach.

A circle of Love that we will hold in our Hearts forever. Bless you Wendy for being such an inspiration to us all. Our lives have been forever changed for Knowing YOU x

A circle of Love that we will hold in our Hearts forever. Bless you Wendy for being such an inspiration to us all. Our lives have been forever changed for Knowing YOU x

 

 

My Walk

My Walk by Joy Truscott Inspired by a walk on the beach in Jeffrey's Bay, South Africa

My Walk by Joy Truscott Inspired by a walk on the beach in Jeffrey’s Bay, South Africa

My Walk

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 the scene is changing - I am changing

All the while the scene is changing – I am changing

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!

God is in every detail

God is in every detail

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.

Pattern in Everything

Pattern in Everything

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.

Driftwood and Shambles

Driftwood and Shambles

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.

Earth Reflects Sky

Earth Reflects Sky

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.

... and that has made all the difference to me ....

… and that has made all the difference to me ….

Breathing Lesson Seven

Breathing
Lesson Seven

The Physical Perfection Breath

 

 

 

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.

 

Rest and start again for another few cycles.

Suggested Reading for Enlightenment

        Title                                                Author   

Co-dependent No More

Beattie Melody

Man Search For Meaning

Victor Frankl

How Can I Help

Ram Dass

Stone Age Wisdom

Tom Crockett

The Art of Trust

Lee Jampolsky

Looking Out Looking In

Ronald B. Adler

The Alchemist

Paulo Coelho

Love Is The Link

Pam Kircher

Tai Chi

Ronnie Robinson

Going To Pieces Without Falling Apart

Mark Epstein

Conversations With God

Neale Donald Walsch

Journey of Souls

Michael Newton

Healing Without Freud or Prozac

David Servan-Schrieber

Emotional Intelligence

Daniel Goleman

Non-Violent Communication

Marshall Rosenberg

Peace in Every Step – The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

Thich Nhat Hanh

A Little Book of Pendulum Magic

D.J. Conway

The Joy of Reiki

Nalin Nirula & Renoo Nirula

The Power of Now

Eckhart Tolle

Acupressure

Jacqueline Young

Acupressure for Emotional Healing

Michael Reed Gach & Beth Ann Hennig

The Intuitive Way

Penny Peirce

The Relaxation and Stress Reduction Workbook

Martha Davis & others

Insight Through Intuition

Julie Soskin

Healing Touch A guidebook for Practitioners

Dorathea Hover-Kramer

The First Five Minutes After Death

Isak Burger

Your Body Speaks Your Mind

Debbie Shapiro

Tissue Salts for Healthy Living

Margie Roberts

Working with Auras

Jane Struthers

Many Lives, Many Masters

Brian Weiss

Relaxation and Positive Thinking

Moira Thomas

Hidden Messages in Water

Masaru Emoto

The Power of Your Subconscious Mind

Joseph Murphy

The Language of Letting Go

Melody Beattie

Intimate Moments With God

Solly Ozrovech

Healing – The Energy that Can Restore Health

Bruce Mac Manaway & Johanna Turcan

Heal Your Body

Louise L. Hay

The Journey

Brandon Bays

The Journey Inwards – Quotations for the Soul

Rosalee Maggio

The Artists Way

Julia Cameron

The Vein of Gold

Julia Cameron

How to Heal Yourself Using Hand Acupressure

Michael Blate

Hands of Light

Barbara Ann Brennan

The Purpose Of Your Life

Carol Adrienne

Drawing on the Right Hand Side of the Brain

Betty Edwards

The Course in Miracles

 

 

 

 

Let Go and Let God

Broken Dreams

 

Like a child who brings their broken toy with

Tears for us to mend,

So I brought my broken dreams to God

Because He is my Friend

And then, instead of leaving Him

In peace to work alone,

I hung around and tried to help

In ways that were my own.

Then, at last, I snatched them back and cried,

“How can you be so slow?”.

“My child”, He said, “what could I do, you never did let go”.

Let Go and Let God

My Walk

The Beach of Kabeljous - Jeffreys Bay, South Africa

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 travelled 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 colours.  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 sand ploughs 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.

Inspired and written after a cleansing, healing walk on the beach outside my Mom and Dad’s home in JBay x Joy x

 

 

Your journey lies before you

Like the sand on clean washed beach

Place every step in awareness

For the possibilities are within your reach.

 

Joy Truscott