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I give up.  

I just spent 2 hours writing a lovely blog post about Guidance, following the leadings of our souls.  I talked about the Quakers teaching me at age 13 that I could hear the voice of God, and how I believed them.  But then I added a metaphor from my new project, Storm Journey Story Cards, about letting go of control when we are guided or sent by Love or the Spirit... how our preferences and panics get to fade back as we more deeply say "Yes." 

I hoped it was a sweet little article that might be helpful.  I always want so badly to be helpful, not sound stupid or schmaltzy.  As I went to save the post, I must have swiped the wrong way on the laptop trackpad-- poof.  Gone.  Seriously, after the shock, brainstorming, and clicking the same thing 12 times, my lovely post was still gone.

My wife, Hol, left a respectful bit of silence and then said, "Well, maybe you could write about losing your blog post."

But I didn't want to write about surrender.  I'm typing this at 11:58pm, not wanting to write about surrender.

SIGH.

Admittedly, smack in the middle of the Storm Journey story is the Surrender card.  And actually, that's one of the key turning points where the impossible opens up.  

[I just clicked the SAVE button for the third time so far writing this-- I don't like surrender.  Or pivot moments.  I like control.]

I've had the hardest time editing the conversation questions for the guide booklet page on that Surrender card!  Of course I'm trying too hard... surrender is hard there too.  And of course I can't possibly find the perfect question to make room for someone to be vulnerable and honest about that deepest dark moment of an anguish of admitting the plan is gone.  And maybe the hope is gone.  That lovely article is gone, my wife's health, or your future as you knew it, or your trust in government, or the house you grew up in, gone.

Then what?

I hate typing this because truth bugs me when I'm still upset about that lovely article, and cancer, and climate change: 

Then what?  What's next is Surrender, the real kind.  Bare truth "I can't fix this anymore," "I'm lost and scared," "I can't possibly start over" kind.  The kind that's deeper than my words can go right now, but maybe you know what it is to lose this much-- that kind of surrender.

A couple of months ago I was completely lost, bereft of clarity or energy.  I couldn't for the life of me hear the Guidance about what project was next, and I was scared.  I went out to a special place to pray because I was angry and frightened and other times I'd had found better luck listening out there among the ancient rocks.  But nothing came.  And more nothing.  Ok, plenty of anguish and a little bit of Sacred Presence, but the Guidance was gone.  

In frustration, I gave up.  Seriously, I decided to go home, to quit listening since it was gone.  I even got dramatic and waved the yellow towel I was sitting on like it was a white flag.

Oh.

Woh.

I swear it, that Surrender art flew right in and I got it-- all in a flash-- 

Giving up put me smack in the middle of a story of hope.  

Suddenly, I belonged again, in the very center of the Storm Journey vision I'd been given 9 years before, where real Surrender turns out to be a doorway to Insight.  I wasn't actually lost or abandoned once I surrendered to the truth that I couldn't find my own way.  Then I was open.

[Oh dang it, I'm crying as I type.  Why doesn't God want to remember that I like control and not this much vulnerability?!]

Right.  Open.

The message flew in easily then, the Guidance was clear.  I hope it doesn't sound cheesy, but it was time to reprint Storm Journey.  

On my drive home, I understood another layer of why Storm Journey wants to be out in the world again.  Truthful art, poetry, writing, and songs are ready to remind us that we belong in the stories of our lives.  We most especially belong in the hardest parts, where surrender is a doorway with hope on the other side.

I'd tell you the rest of the story, but I don't want to wreck the surprise. 

--Melanie

PS- If you'd like to take a chance that Storm Journey Story Cards will inspire you and spark conversation in your own heart and your community, please join the reprinting campaign and pre-order decks on Kickstarter.  I'd appreciate your help to share this spiritual tool more widely.  

Thank you to the 114 people who have already supported the campaign-- we're 83% funded as of tonight, with 7 days to go.  THANK YOU!

[So.  Whew.  That's not what I expected to write.  But in a fit of Guidance and  shaky faith, I'm gonna trust this and post it.  I offer my solidarity with whomever of you are in your own Surrender moments.  Bless us all.]

I'm giving thanks for a new business coach, a timely entrepreneurial grant, and great sales at an international Play Therapists' conference in Texas.  I had no idea that a focus on business would be such fruitful spiritual practice. 

More than ever, I want to share the gifts of art and wisdom I've been given.  So this year I've worked extra hard to implement some new strategies to welcome more customers and expand my connections.  You've likely seen the new website, but behind the scenes you haven't seen the new shipping application, social media classes, bookkeeping changeover to Quickbooks Online with a new chart of accounts, new shipping strategies for traveling sales, and extra inventory and shipping shelves in our garage.  Each of these steps required flexibility, courage, and trust-- all qualities my soul has been wanting to practice, I guess!

But wait, there's more-- the Spirit isn't finished inviting me to make sales and goals into prayer and gratitude.  My next projects to build my business spiritually and systemically include a cash flow analysis, integrating inventory systems with bookkeeping software, and adding a few new conference exhibitor events. Thank goodness I am working with some terrific teachers, like my coaches Julianna and Kris at WESST and Susie and Sammie at Checks and Balances For You.

Along the way, I've received some surprising affirmation and support. For example, the inventory/bookkeeping work has been supported by a generous Power Up matching grant, sponsored by Power New Mexico and administered by WESST.  And I've made some fascinating new friends who like talking shop, literally.  :-)

Thanks be for all of this amazing help and faith in my work!

I look forward to growing the ways I can serve, as I stretch my skills and spiritual imagination in the business world.

About a month ago, I finished this third Fox painting.  (Yay!)  Not knowing what title to give it, I posted the art on Facebook and Instagram for impressions and feedback.  I wanted to know what others would see in the image without any words attached.  Right away, many people offered rich ideas and insight!  The painting definitely caught some attention.  And yet the trend of responses was different than I expected.  

When I made this painting, I was wrestling with difficult news in the world and in our family.  The US headlines and reporting blistered my heart with stories of three mass shootings in just as many days-- in El Paso, California, and Ohio.  Greed, injustice, and denial poured through just about every other article or TV segment I saw.  The unchecked power of a few violent or self-interested men threatened over and over to drown out the will and well-being of the people.  

At this same time, my wife, Hollin, was undergoing additional testing while recovering from breast cancer surgery.  Her medical situation was already compromised by her chronic illness, which made even the tests themselves painful and dangerous.  We were anxious waiting for results under the threat of more cancer or complication.  

In the midst of these stressful, frightening situations, I returned to an unfinished painting of a dark circle full of scratchy and powerful marks.  It mirrored my internal grief and anger.  It felt like the lostness and mystery of pain.  And then I waited. 

(Well, actually... I fretted a lot about that waiting, because really I wanted to make a kind of timely statement about gun violence and fear.  I wanted to Say Something in the wake of those shootings and Hol's serious allergic reaction to a CT scan.  But nothing quick or perfect appeared.  So I waited some more.)  

Eventually, Fox let me know s/he wanted to be facing that darkness-- looking toward it and not away from it.  Waiting in it and with it.  Whether the dark represented pain, grief, lostness, mystery, unfolding, or possibility, it called the Fox to stand right there.  In fact, once Fox stepped into the dark, I felt/knew the Fox was joining a candlelight vigil. 

Back on Facebook and Instagram, people more often saw fireflies in this painting. They used words like "wonder," "hope," "witness," "wholeness," "illumination," etc.  Because of my personal experiences of struggle during its creation, the cheerful and positive interpretation in many of these posts felt a bit disorienting to me.  For a moment, I wondered whether I'd failed to communicate through this art. 

But then I got interested in these two perspectives side by side.  For shorthand, I'll call them pain and hope.  I became fascinated by the conversation the two were having inside me.  And I noticed them engaging each other in the world around me too.  I decided to hand write the words from the social media posts, along with my own ideas for a title.  Then I typed out words about strife and struggle that I found in the news media and within Hol's cancer surgery and treatment.  It's quite a powerful thing to read them:

What do these lists feel like to you?  When I read the words about wonder and hope, something in me says, "Yes, stand right here in the strength of creativity, imagination, and joy."  When I read the painful word columns and actually imagine the suffering, at first I want to pull back.  But then something deep in my soul calls me to stay with it, and not look away. I notice that both hope and pain ask me to be present, to be open, to be right here, keeping a sacred vigil. 

In the painting, I imagine that Fox has stepped into this practice of presence.  Whether the points of light are people holding candles in El Paso or fireflies pulsing in unison in the forest, Fox is standing there, witnessing. 

Sometimes Fox is keeping watch alongside pain, fear, anger, sorrow.  Maybe Fox is looking directly at the truth about immigrant imprisonment, the pervasive reality of sexual trauma, or the impact of global climate disruption.  Yet sometimes Fox is keeping a "vigil of mystery," as poet Jessica Powers says, on the lookout for miracles, beauty, and the possibilities available in the unknown.  Maybe Fox has a fierce faith in transformative justice movements, the healing power of claiming our stories, and the wonders of intuition and invention.

In my wisest, wild imagination, Fox leads us even further, toward a capacity to be present simultaneously with both pain and hope.  When I've experienced it (in moments, by grace, I think) it's quite a powerful thing to keep my eyes and heart open to suffering AND to faith or creativity at the same time.  For example, although it’s no easy thing, a little more often I can sit with my wife's fear and ache without bracing against it or trying to fix it, knowing her wisdom will guide her through.  Once in a while I can humbly hold my belief in her healing alongside the very real stories of her setbacks.  Oh dear ones, I wish I could better explain how freeing it feels when I don't have to choose between pain or hope, without diminishing or closing my eyes to either one.  In those moments, I get to be more fully present, here, and available.  More connected.  More ready to respond.

I believe we need this solidarity of presence right now, in order to address the stress and wounding in our times.  We simply cannot look away from either pain or hope in any of our relationships-- personal, political, economic, global, ecological, etc.  What could it be like to bring our open eyes and hearts to the dark stillness in a spiritual gathering, to give witness to both suffering and to possibility?  I wonder what call we would hear then?  

Like Fox, I'm asked to step in and keep that sacred vigil.  You're invited too.

It's all so much these days-- too much, almost-- even though I believe the Spirit promises to help us bear challenges and suffering.  Lately, in moments of deep grief, overwhelm, and anger, a Fox has appeared twice in my new art images.  

First, the Fox came several months ago as a sleeping figure.  She was nestled in a calm background of warm ground and peaceful night.  And although the image edges might be fraying, a glowing center of hope or protection calls our friend Fox into trust and rest.  Little did I know, soon after I made this painting, my wife, Hollin, would be diagnosed with low-grade breast cancer on top of her chronic illness (ME/CFS).  When I woke in the night and couldn't get back to sleep, I remembered this nestled Fox image as a prayer and a way to soothe my heart.  I practiced coming back to trust, over and over and over, the way I had circled the moon and the Light with colored pencils.  Over and over and over.

Just a few weeks ago, the Fox returned in an emotionally turbulent painting.  I began by making hundreds of cathartic marks-- some of them smooth for the practice of trust, faith, and centeredness, and many of them chaotic and tangled to represent questions and heartbreak, anger and turmoil.  My Hol was scheduled for surgery, and just about everyone I knew was dealing with some kind of upheaval or hardship.  My heart was in knots about children in prison camps, violence against our immigrant neighbors, corruption and abuse at every turn, suppression of truth, and ever-increasing climate disruption.  

Then our Fox came and sat right there, in the midst.  And of all things, she looked rather curious.  Curious, really?!?  I thought she would be growling, or moaning, or hiding.  But she showed up in another form of trusting: in wonderment.  

I'll be honest, I don't always understand my paintings.  It sometimes really bugs me that when I'm feeling the most anxious and frustrated, images come to me with some element of invitation, grace, or opening.  The moon shows up, waxing.  Here we are in tumble and turmoil, and the Fox stays curious.  

Ironically, I often asked my former students or clients to consider curiosity as a useful first response.  When something "goes wrong" in art-making, can we wonder what happens next rather than judge ourselves for screwing up?  If someone unloads a negative attitude, can we first be curious about how they are hurting or wounded?  It can be a powerful practice to start with curiosity.  Yet even today writing this, I'm still surprised that Fox came to ask me the same thing!

I suspect this Fox is inviting me to take curiosity to another, deeper level.  For example, can Hol and I return to wondering what happens next, staying open to faith and the richness of life, after each medical appointment?  [So far, Hol's prognosis is good, and we are so grateful for friends and family supporting us!]  If I hear today's news stories of horrific injustice, abuses of power, or harm to our dear planet Earth, can I remain engaged in the process of envisioning change, always on the curious lookout for my parts to play?  When I am overwhelmed, will I choose to circle back to trust, over and over, listening for spiritual guidance?  

Impossible challenges and real suffering are all around us.  Nevertheless, here's the Fox knowing we can make and hold spaces for each other where it's still safe to dream.  Even so, Fox brings an invitation to stay curious. 

May these images and practices give us a bit hope in the midst of it all.