The River

©Colorado River, Glen Canyon (Oil) by Katie “Where The Secrets Are”

“I have often felt we are moved as rivers with Gods blessing afloat in us.” 

I met Shelley Hitz on facebook through Matt Tommey’s Created To Thrive Artist Group. Among other achievements she is the author of “Even Broken Crayons Still Colour”. The other day she posted on Facebook a personal experience with obstacles. A lot of people responded to the post. Here is mine:

 I have always remembered what Helen Gurley Brown said in a TV interview. “Creative people are like rivers. When they are stopped, they find their way around what has stopped them because they are creative, and they must move.” I have often felt we are moved as rivers with Gods blessing afloat in us. What stops us is just an illusion or at least a time to float and see what the clouds show...

This TV interview with Helen Gurley Brown took place in the ’80s while I was out at the ranch. I have never forgotten it. At the time, I was trying to understand all the detours of my career. But a successful woman was putting it into perspective, and now everything was making sense.

It’s been my experience that creative people inspire creative people. There is an authentic exchange when we know our creativity comes from the creator.  Any detours we have to make are opportunities.  So I love the analogy of the “River” in this.  

I can recommend following Shelley Hitz if you are a creative person. She will teach you how to sell on Etsy, write your book and give you free calligraphy sheets to practise. I expect as a “River” she will be about even more than what I’ve listed here. I know I am.

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 “The Living Of Loving”
©GWJ Creative Art

A Little Bit Of Love

The Story

Back in the ’80s, on the ranch, I met a neighbour whose story inspired me.  She had been a single mother who had once been a teacher.  Now she was in a new relationship and dedicating her time to homeschooling her son.

As she explained to me on a visit with him, he was dyslexic, and she wanted him to have what she knew she could do as an enlightened teacher.

She said, “getting the left and the right and the up and the down to move together as one picture.”

When they left my home, I noticed the essence of “love” hanging in the air from their visit.

So I grabbed my guitar and wrote this song:

A Little Bit Of Love.

A Little Bit Of Love ©Katie Kidwell, 1987 SOCAN

The Lyrics:

A Little Bit Of Love

CHORUS:
A little bit of Love
It can change the way we see
Re-write our destiny,
Yes, it can!
A little bit of love
It can touch us where we are
Make us better by far
Yes, it can!
A little bit of Love.

To take the left and move it right
To take what’s down and lift it up
To bring “the picture of Life.”
Together,
Together inside.

Chorus.

If thoughts could heal
You’d be in flight
Inside your heart
You give your might
I see your picture in Life
Together,
Together inside.

Chorus.

Repeat last line:  A little bit of Love…
Speak last line:  Just a little bit of Love.

©Katie Kidwell, 1987  SOCAN
PAu-1-163-870

A Little Bit Of Love was recorded in Vancouver, B.C.   Gord Maxwell on fretless bass (Ian Tyson), Larry Pink on steel guitar (One Horse Blue) and Rocko at the controls.  Vocals:  Katie & Gord. Katie on her Washburn guitar.

 

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
You can message me @ GWJ Creative Art

Emily Carr

 

“When the forest plays with the lake” w.c.©Katie Kidwell, GWJ Creative Art

Sometime in my 40’s, I discovered Emily Carr’s writings.  Oh, how I grieved!  If only I had known about her books in high school…As much as I loved reading Steinbeck and Hemingway, I would have benefitted more with Emily’s words.

Emily was an artist, a gardener, an animal caretaker of all kinds and most unpopular in her time.  Later on, she camped in her “Elephant” and painted.  This is where I have joined her.  I too camp and paint.

As much as I love her paintings…
I love her writings more!

She had an honest way of describing how she feels and what she longs for in her art.  Through the lens of her day to day world, her books have much to teach a creative person.

I hope by now you are thinking, “I better check this out.”  Do a google search for Emily Carr and you won’t be disappointed.

This winter in Value Village I found a “new” book of hers.

“Emily Carr and her Dogs”.  Apparently, she made a calendar, one year, from the point of view of her sheepdog “Billie”.  If you’ve never seen an Emily Carr drawing in caricature – as I hadn’t – you should.

As with “Wildflowers”, once again, the B.C. archives have pulled another gem out of their vast collection of Emily Carr’s personal belongings.  They have been the best “relative” she could have had and all to our benefit.

My art teacher at Emily Carr School of Art, in Vancouver, B.C, asked us to study other artists and determine who we would like to have a cup of coffee with.  Who would we like to have a conversation with?  Well, coffee or tea…my choice is crystal clear…

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
©GWJ Creative Art

 

 

Saddled and Gone

The Story

Sometime in the late sixties, The Star Weekly published a story about a woman who had been given a few months to live.  The magazine story focused on the fact that it was now 10 years and she was still alive and thriving! They wanted to know how she had done it and they wanted their Canadian readers to know about her choices.
 
I was a child then, and my Mother wanted me to know the story too.  Of how this woman had sold and rode away from everything, with a horse and a saddle.  I was fascinated with the newsmagazine’s large photo of her face.  I had never seen so many wrinkles before and she wasn’t even old.  Yet she had spent the last 10 years of her life sleeping on the ground with her horse.
 
I don’t remember the woman’s name only her face and big hat.  If you know of her let me know.  My question here is “Would it still work to do what she did?  Sell everything and buy a horse and a saddle and plan on sleeping on the ground?”  If you had a few months to live, what would you do different and what if it was the cure?
 
 I too have lost family members to cancer.  I know there are miracle survivors everyday we could all sing about.
Sometimes it’s a sad song when the miracle is to quickly leave the pain in the body.
I never forgot the story of this woman and the look of her face.  So years later I wrote a song to celebrate her with. It’s called Saddled and Gone.

The Song

Here are the lyrics to the song I wrote about her story and further down this page the recording:
 
Saddled and Gone
 
Did she pass on?  
Saddled and Gone?  
I like to sing her song…
Oh I oh…..
I…yi….yee…
 
She was one city girl with a fatal disease
A few months to live, so live as you please
Without any kids or a spouse
She sold her car and her house
 
“Goodbye job, Goodbye friends
I’ve bought a horse and we’ll be travelin”
Oh I oh…
I yi yee….
 
Under the stars
Sleep on the ground
‘Till winds wrinkle
Your face turns brown…
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
Ten years went by and she was alive
Out went her tale along the news wire
And then my Mom read it to me
To a child, it’s no mystery
When your saddled and gone
Riding along
Your heart sings a thankful song
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
Some tales I have heard, slip their way down
‘Least when I know it they circle around
And though it’s a tale from the past
I feel it is good and will last
Now did she pass on?
Saddled and gone?
Hawk and coyote sing her song…
Oh I oh…
I yi yee…
 
                  © Katie Kidwell, 1991     SOCAN
 
Here is the Tom Thompson acoustic recording of Saddled and Gone done in the mid 90’s.

Previously published as:  “Have you lost someone to cancer?”  True to You (no longer on-line)

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art

My Mentors

I would not be the creative person I am today without having a wonderful “team” of mentors.  By this I mean the people who were inspiring to me over my lifetime.   In other words, my teachers.
 
Born with a sensitive nature, I was very lucky.  In some ways I won the lotto for being here on this earth now.  Because of this it is my responsibility to be the “evidence” of how they mattered! 
.
Here are the “faces” of the five women who played an important role in my life.  Overtime I will mention them and if you follow my blog you will get to know them.  I know they have something to teach the world. If it shows up in me…you know where it came from!
Grandmother Moore
Janice Hawes
Dorthy DeWinton, Aunt
Mother, Grace Moore & Leata Wetherald

World Singing Love

©”Spirit Of Song” w.c. by Katie
Several years ago I created a web site with an invitation for the world. I called it: World Singing Love. How it works is simple.
Everyone sings the chorus. The chorus is one word. That’s right, LOVE.  The music you can click on is easy to learn and the words are right there if you want to learn the verses! 
 
The recipe for how the magic works is on the web site so I won’t repeat it here. Find out for yourself what it is. Here’s the link to hear the song and read the lyrics: 

Web Site for World Singing Love 

Be in the spirit of the song and let me know if the magic shows up for you and your loved ones.
.
©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving

What I Wish They’d Invent

When the Beatles recorded Eleanor Rigby they made a lot of sad people happy someone had noticed them. The happy people paused and gave thought…yes it was sad…“All the lonely people, where do they all come from?”

Not all people who live alone are lonely. There are lonely people living within large groups of people.  Loneliness is a state of mind capable of feeding itself sad experiences for the rest of its life.

So I wish they’d invent…

A system/machine, based on the hologram, challenging loneliness. Not another dumb-down drug.

Current research says it takes 21 days for the brain to incorporate a new habit.   Programs could be tailored to client needs or one universal one.  As complicated as some people’s lives are, the foundation of brain change is probably in the factor of one.

I will go out on a limb here and say I believe it is this:

The need to sense we are receiving love and respect.

Could a hologram field change the brain’s belief in its self?

Perhaps you have heard of the research supporting:

“What we think about we experience.”

“We cannot give to others what we don’t have for ourselves first.”

“Thinking will make it so.”

Any invention to help the brain get back on its feet. To experience the world it’s missing, would have great benefits for the heart.  Once healed and re-oriented, the world could well be shocked by the people showing up on the page.  No longer suffering somewhere alone.

Perhaps this invention is already underway.  Loneliness is worth talking about.

Here’s a cool U-tube video of Paul McCartney (2009) in New York singing with his band,

Eleanor Rigby, Sing the Changes, Band on the Run

Google the lyrics to “Sing The Changes”.  Maybe this is where the invention is or how it will be discovered.

I hope this blog has got you thinking about :“what I wish they’d invent” .  Write your own essay on this and see where it leads.  As always I hope to inspire my readers towards their own creative discoveries.  

 What I Wish They’d Invent

© Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)
©Kathy Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
GWJ Creative Art

 

Children Want Peace On Earth

Katie, the Cariboo Song Rider
Children Want Peace On Earth was scrawled on a wooden sign, as I walked through Lorraine’s Arrowhead greenhouse on Horse Lake Road.
 
The sign became the inspiration for a song I later wrote and then forgot about.  When Lorraine was diagnosed with cancer I remembered it.  It had been eight years…”Oh…no…I never told Lorraine…maybe it will cheer her up.” It did and more…
 
Luckily, the song wasn’t as hard to find as some of my work has been.  I call it my treasure hunt and if you come back to my blog, I’ll explain it over time.
 
Lorraine has since passed away.  In honour of her love for growing and for a world full of beauty and ORGANIC I will leave you with the lyrics to her song.  I hope someday to hear children singing:  “Sing Lorraine’s song…“

Lyrics to Song (followed by a recording)

Children Want Peace On Earth

Children want Peace on Earth
And Love for everyone’s Life
To get along when things go wrong
So take a big breath, and sing Lorraine’s song…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And a safe place for all living things
To see our hands respect the land
For in our dreams we are more than we seem…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And lots of food and to play
To fly so free where no nets should be
To laugh out loud and always be proud…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

Children want Peace on Earth
And an end to war and to grief
To hold their candles in the wind
And know the flame grows strong between friends…
“Children want Peace on Earth.”

© Katie Kidwell, 2006, SOCAN

Here is the audio recording:

You can listen to this song at it’s web page or on SoundCloud

©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving blog

GWJ Creative Art

Conrad O’Brien-ffrench

I remember drawing with Conrad…
Conrad O’Brien-ffrench.   He was an aristocrat who had been a spy. My parents, who knew him, told me he had been a close pal of Ian Fleming’s. Conrad was the “real” James Bond.
 
Conrad laughed when you asked him but a lot of people knew this about him.
 
I knew him as an old man who could draw and paint horses, people and places. Here I was walking down a dirt road with him. A little girl and an old man and all because I told him I liked to draw. So he invited me to come along with him.
 
I remember sitting behind the Bridge Creek Estate barn with him. Drawing horses and fences and the way the grass grew along the creek. He told me I must know the anatomy of a horse if I want to be able to draw it moving. He drew bones on my paper and I still have it.
 
It was a wonderful afternoon. Drawing and talking. Later, I saw his home in Colorado when I went to visit my Aunt. She signed me up for one of his drawing workshops. It was on hands and feet and eyes which he was very good at.
 
The workshop was okay but nothing like that afternoon sitting behind the barn drawing. He is gone now and I tease myself with the memories of sketching with the real James Bond.
(from my 1992 notes at Elko, Nevada)
During an estate sale a few years ago, I found an oil painting by Conrad that had been stored in Lord Martin’s Attic.  It was leaning against a wall behind Lillian’s piano.  There was no price on it.  I asked  and bought it!  When I took it to the framers I discovered it wasn’t square. I knew Conrad had painted it on one of his many visits to the Lodge and had used the wood from their local wood shop.   So I took it to my trusted carpenter friend, Peter Dalby (who also knew Conrad).  He did the job proud and $400.00 plus dollars later it was framed.  A fitting wood frame of knots and beauty.  It is a picture of Jesus in the Garden.
 
Not the best of photography but for now.
1969 Oil Painting by Conrad O'Brien-ffrench
Sermon On The Mount

Conrad wrote in pen, on a piece of manilla paper glued to the back of this painting the following, which was later lifted and placed onto the new backing:

This is what he wrote: 

Sermon On The Mount  “The Kingdom of God is within you”  Leo Tolstoy wrote a book with this Title concluding it in 1893 the year I was born .  Conrad
Partial/Close up of 1969 Oil Painting on board of Jesus by Conrad O’Brien-ffrench 19″ x 38″
Also written on the board before back was put on: “I am the Vine, Ye are the branches.”

©Katie Kidwell, 2018, The Living of Loving

Contact Katie at GWJ Creative Art.  Or by e-mail:  katiekidwell8@gmail.com

The Christmas Loon

Terry’s Loon Box

THE CHRISTMAS LOON

     On the last Christmas my brother Terry was alive, I heard a loon. From the top balcony, outside his house it came, drifting down Sheridan lake.

I had stepped out to be by myself. Admiring the stars and the way the snow wrapped itself on the tree’s. Here and there a Christmas light poked through on the tree closest to the balcony. Having enjoyed a beautiful Christmas dinner with my family I pondered there. The haunting sound of a loon answered. I looked down the lake thru moon light and shadow only to hear it again.

“Loons in the winter,” I thought. “Was it possible?” So I went downstairs where the men hang out.

“You’ll never guess what I heard…a loon on the lake!”

I had to speak a couple of times. They seemed to be unaware of what I was saying. Then it came:

“Oh no! That couldn’t be…,” they chorused.

     Perplexed, I went back up the stairs and stood by the large glass patio windows. The night was bright and the stars were dazzling. Turning to face my sister-in-law Roberta’s shelves, I was deep in thought. I know what I heard.

     Faintly, like whispered murmurings, the sounds of a nature tape. “Oh,” I thought, Roberta had this on so low she must have thought she had turned it off! Would this tape have the sound of a loon on it? And if so, how did it get outside, increase in volume and come down the lake?

Today, I remember my brother Terry with the only craft he ever made. Dad had shown him how to make a loon box out of wood. He only made a few so I bought one before the other’s went into Roberta’s store. This was the summer before anyone knew… Now I have his loon box and the mystery of the loon I heard after our last Christmas Dinner with him.

Did the loon call come from the tape? How did it find its way into a beautiful night and setting? I often think of it as the Christmas Loon and it makes me think of my big brother.

“Shake a paw for a treat!” Sam and Boots with Terry 10 years earlier @ Christmas 1988.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018

Contact:   GWJ Creative Art on Facebook