Are you a Gypsy Girl? Do you love: Colorful clothes, Dancing barefoot on the sand, Flowers and Beads and Baubles in your hair? You know how you want to live. Perhaps now is the time to start.
Our gypsy girl stares out over the sea. Whether her feet are in a boat or on land, we don't know, but her thoughts are on water. In astrology and in tarot, water symbolizes emotion. Life for our girl has become too much about surviving - the things she must do each day to keep living, the mundane chores and responsibilities. What is missing is the waves of emotion. The tichel on her head is made of fabrics from the places she has been. For good or for bad, everything she has been through she takes with her. As she embarks out onto uncertain seas, she will discover which patterns to let go of, and which to embrace.
Stamps are not just for cardmaking, but can help you express yourself in an art journal. If you have never journaled with images, it is a wonderful experience. I first learned about it in my 20s via a book about Art Therapy - which is just a fancy way of saying healing through art. This can include deep-rooted issues or just daily problems and concerns. There is not one person alive who couldn't use a positive outlet for their emotions.
But just expressing myself in messy crayons to expell anger is not enough for me - I want a figure to work around.
I create girl stamps to make it quick and easy to get a figure onto a page, even for someone who is good at drawing. I love to use other people's stamps and alter them once they are on the page, but even just a stamped image alone can do a lot for a page without doing anything else to it at all.
If you have only used stamps to make cards, I invite you to try them in a journal.
This listing is for a 12-card set of note/greeting cards featuring the original artwork of Suzi Blu, including all 12 of her Girls of the Zodiac. These note/greeting cards measure approximately 4.5 x 5.5 inches each and come with 5 x 6 inch white envelopes. The insides are blank so you can include your own message. By purchasing the set, you save $14 off the individual price. This set would make an excellent gift!
My painting above is of the Diety Krishna who taught the Bhagavad Gita. It is a beautiful, beautiful book of poetic loving wisdom:
The dining room in my mother's house had one mirrored wall. I hated sitting opposite it for holiday dinners, the only time we were allowed to be in that room. I understand the purpose of the mirror is to double the size of a room, but there were no hair straighteners or frizz serums back then, and therefore no escape from my crappy self-esteem.
There was also a floor-length mirror in the hallway by the entrance to the front door. People put mirrors by their front door, I imagine, so they can make sure there isn't any spinach in their teeth when they leave the house, right? When I was 14 my hair was especially puffy, so I checked my appearance often. I remember, too, my mother creeping past me one day and saying something to me while I checked my hair - something that made me not want to look into a mirror ever again. In a whispered, terse voice, she said: "I see you looking at yourself." As if I’d just been caught doing something wrong. If you said such a thing to me today, I'd say: "That's right, muthafuckah," and flip my hair at you. I can handle sarcasm today, even if it's meant to hurt me.
My adult self realizes that someone else spoke that exact phrase to my mother’s younger self, because she avoided mirrors except when she was in the bathroom. Which, actually, is quite a feat considering there were mirrors everywhere in our house. Being able to purposely avoid looking into them at all times took skill. Whenever I see my reflection now, I can't help but think, "There I go again!" I knew, for certain, I never looked okay, so I had to stay on top of myself. But mom's comment implied that I was looking at myself due to vanity because I thought I was beautiful and couldn't get enough of my own image. The reality couldn't have been further from the truth. And even though I walked around looking at the floor most of the time and was sure my family knew I was an insecure mess, my mother didn't see me that way. For her, the worst thing I could do was feel good about myself.
In America, it is more acceptable to put yourself down than show any kindness to yourself. We find it funny and even pay comedians to act self-deprecating for our amusement. None of us realize how beautiful we are. Misery loves company and if you hint at saying you are okay, most people will think you are conceited. But, until we realize and accept our own beauty, it will be impossible to see beauty in others.
Krishna is an idealized vision of beauty, as any god would be, so we remember this. It is the same way we can look upon the face of a child or a flower and feel nothing but love. All things, regardless of how they look, contain beauty within. Can you imagine how much time I would not have wasted making sure I appeared okay in mirrors if my mom would have just said to me,"You are perfect; there is no reason to keep checking."
Feeling beautiful requires no outside validation. We feel it when we connect with our own divine nature, and realize that not only are we beautiful, but as bright and glistening as a thousand brilliant suns. This is how God sees us. Whatever your idea is of the Divine, it never wants to shame you. It wants to bring to you a mirror that only shows your magnificence.
I still carry with me the shame my mother gave me on that day each and every time I look into a mirror, and I not only see every single flaw, but I feel ashamed for looking at myself at all. The only way I know to combat this unloving behavior is to be aware of it and consciously say something positive instead. Even better, I saw this wonderful photo on Pinterest that makes me want to do the same thing - take down all of my mirrors and write on the wall instead: