In A Nutshell (Poem and Painting)

“His Hand In The Forest” ©Katie, 2008

In A Nutshell (a poem)

You ask me where to start
and before you know it
we are swinging
like monkeys on a limb
in a jungle of trees
full of screeches and chest-thumping.

What makes you think
I know
where to start here –
Does anybody?

You may notice
some of the gang
have pretty nice hair and nails –
and you should see
their tails!

And before you or I know it
they have us
with monkey advertisement –
otherwise known as:

“Over here” 

“There’s a better tree to swing on!”

And so it goes –
we are lost and asking
“Where do I start?”

So let’s get back
to the nutshell
of our lives

Where the one big seed
IS –
The one we plant
which has everything
it needs to become
a tree
A tree we can depend on
in this Life
This is where we start
Where our design
is magnified and shrunk
so it can fit
and be happily tossed
when we are ripe.

So let’s get it right
or we will never
get out of the jungle.
See how it screams every time we look back?

I believe everyone is a perfect tree
in an endless forest
of potential possibility.
Pick up your acorn
and behold your tree.

Start
and I will reach up
should our branches
touch along the way.

©Katie Kidwell, 2020

 

“His Hand In The Forest” full-scale ©Katie (First in the series “The Rainbow Forest”)

I believe everyone is a perfect tree
in an endless forest
of potential possibility
Pick up your acorn
and behold your tree.
Start
and I will reach up
Should our branches
touch along the way.
©Katie

©Katie Kidwell, 2020 The Living Of Loving
©GWJ Creative Art

Katie Kidwell is a cheerleader for creative hearts everywhere.  With experience in music, writing and art.  Her inspiring stories on the creative way she has lived are here on her blog “The Living Of Loving”.  She also works as a commission artist.

You can purchase Katie’s recent collection of poetry:  “Freedom Is My Nature, Victory Is My Song” at her store.

Look At The Mountains (a poem)

Look At The Mountains

I awoke this morning
and found my body
was larger than me
and you were in it
somewhere…
You could say
our toes were curled in Egypt
and our hair was softening
in an Irish rain.
Did you notice our hands?
How we tied the laces
of a young boy in Africa
while he held the strings
and wondered?
If we fall back to sleep now
and separate –
Look at the mountains
we’ll never kiss
or lick like ice cream cones…
Yes, you were always
the funny one
But did you notice
how many laughed
with our belly?

©Katie Kidwell, 2019
my photo of Shasta winter of 2007

To read more of Katie’s Poetry @ https://katiekidwell.com/katies-store/

Click on the orange button below to hear Katie singing her Vancouver Mountain Song “Come To The Mountains”.

 

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

 

Grace (a poem)

If you were lost in the desert
Without food or water…
How would you feel
When you stumbled upon
My lunch special board?
Would you ask why
My restaurant was here
Of all places?
Or would you say:
“Thank God, I found you!”

If you were driving down the road
And saw an open gate –
With a dirt road through a pasture…
Would you notice
The little church in the distance
With the lights on?
Would you turn around
For the welcome permission
To enter and be alone?
Or would you say:  “Why in Hell
Would anyone build a church
In the middle of nowhere…
Who’s going to come?”

Well, how did you think I arrived in the desert?
When you needed to be saved?
Did I question God about a feasibility study?
No, he knew we would need each other.

And the church I have built,
In the middle of nowhere…
Who gave me that dream?
Who told me you would turn around
And by Faith and by Grace
I would only see the tire tracks
The next morning…
But because you left His church
Renewed
Your moment of “one-hell-of-a-heart-attack,”
That would have taken the lives of others,
Behind the wheel…was aborted.

I say by Faith and by Grace
And by Grace and by God
We affect each other
Like lines on a blueprint.

©Katie Kidwell, 2019

Bound To Forgive (a painting)

This week’s blog is a painting and a poem.  Though created years apart I feel they compliment each other.   Chaos and Forgiveness?  What do you think?

©Bound To Forgive (Oil), Katie Kidwell

 

His Chaos Into Art

How much wisdom there seems to be
In the man who can with bended knee
convert his Chaos Into Art
and see his bit as grand-full part;
Then sanctify his daily deed
with expressions of abundant seed.
He grows to live and give and learn
and so much more is his return
©Katie Kidwell, 1996

From my poetry collection:  Freedom Is My Nature, Victory Is My Song
©GWJ Creative Art, 2019

Katie Kidwell is a cheerleader for creative hearts everywhere.  With experience in music, writing and art.  Her inspiring stories on the creative way she has lived are here on her blog “The Living Of Loving”.  She also works as a commission artist.

Has Life Pasteurized You?

Lots of folks are trying to improve themselves and their worlds.  But does it work?  If you are trying to improve the you that isn’t you, what will you get?  A better false self?

If you know, you are different, and you somehow don’t fit with the herd…Congratulations!  But if you have been plodding along with the herd…now’s the time to set your sights higher.  YOU deserve it.  The real YOU wants it — NOW!

So give some thought to opening up, to a larger YOU emerging – the real YOU  and don’t care what other’s think.  If they’re stuck in the herd, they’re probably high on methane gas!

In celebration of YOU getting out of your rut this year and into a new adventure; I give YOU this poem to read.  Let me know if any of this makes sense to YOU.

YOU

When you’re completely at home in your own skin
The folks who walk at your side
Will say something about you is different…
Well, it’s the parts you never could hide!
The one’s that embarrassed but coaxed you
From the ruts of the Human Race
Now you walk your own trail without hurry
Or half-steps afraid of the pace.
Yeah, you’re livin’ your world…and it’s like you!
It ain’t always a comfortable shoe
But you’re on to walk what you’re showin’
‘Cause Life hasn’t pasteurized you.
© Katie Kidwell, 1997 from the book:  “Well Hell”

© K. Kidwell, 2015, True to You Blog (no longer online)
©Katie Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
You can message me at GWJ Creative Art

On Spring Break – A poem & A painting

In celebration of “Spring Break” happening in this part of the world, I am posting a seasonal poem.  I might add I wrote this poem when I was a spring chicken!

As you know, now is the time for seeds to be planted.  So wherever you are in the world – grow your love and spring into Life!

On a side note:  I will be away from my blog for the next three weeks, back April 8th.

The Poem

A FLOWER SEED REVEALING LIFE THAT DWELLS WITHIN

A flower seed
lies in the ground
and upon Heaven’s
pattering sound,
lifts open husky gates of Praise,
for the Life that dwells within.

Upward winding
through Mother Earth,
which gives it substance
gives it birth,
up to Father Light in the sky,
calling Life that dwells within.

Slowly peeping
through the soil,
spreading new arms in
happy toil –
it meets Air; the second birth
for the Life that dwells within.

Now meeting Day
it meets the one,
Who called it up? –
The yellow Sun;
warming soil, shinning Bliss,
helping Life that dwells within.

Then young tight leaves
are held at ease,
the little one
grows up in Peace;
knowing Garden all around
thanking Life that dwells within.

A nodding head, –
clean as the Dove,
the little seed with
its Natured Love,
gives Blossom perfect for the stem,
revealing Life that dwells within.

©Katie Kidwell, 1973
Previously published:  Northern Light, 1975

The Painting

“Waves To Go” w.c. ©Katie GWJ Creative Art

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

An Artists Prayer

The Story

Recently I was directed to:
 “Write an Artist’s Prayer and put it on your blog”.
I have since put it on the bar of my blog and on social media sites.  People have loved and shared it.

As an Artist, we are often given what Julia Cameron calls “our marching orders”.  Have you had this experience too?

Here done up in “Canva”  (a great tool for artists) is what I wrote as “An Artists Prayer”.

An Artist’s Prayer by Katie Kidwell, ©GWJ Creative Art, 2019
Available as a pdf file download for $3.00 US.

 

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

 

Let Life (a poem)

Background

Wendy Liddle, use to live down the road from me in a little town called Clinton.  While she lived there we got busy exchanging my cowboy gags for her drawings.  Several magical moments came out of our working together.  One was the way she sketched my cartoon on my horse Trigger.  At the time it didn’t look like me. Years later when the Mill Girls (who also hailed from Clinton) asked me to join them – that’s exactly what I looked like!  Wendy of course was long gone from town…
 
Wendy illustrated my poem, “Let Life” with  a ballerina on a horse.  How did she know?  I never told her (or anyone) I had once been a ballerina…what seemed a lifetime ago and at the other end of the country!
 
Well here is the poem from my book “Well Hell” along with Wendy’s drawing for it.

Poem and Drawing

©GWJ Creative Art, 2019

Let life
Lift your chin
Stir your heart
Dance your limbs.
Let life
Take its course…

You hold the reins;
You ride the horse.

©Katie Kidwell, 1995
Previously Published:  ©1997 Cowgirls, 100 Years of Writing the Range, edited by Thelma Poirier.  Roundup Books/Red Deer College Press

Ballerina Katie!

Katie @Gloria Bondys School of Dance, Chatham, Ontario Age 8

©Katie Kidwell, The Living of Loving
GWJ Creative Art

 

Testing…Testing…

I moved to Vancouver when I was 19

A high school graduate with shorthand, accounting and typing. I had always worked after school and during summers so I expected to find a great job with all my references! Excited to move away from the little cow town!

On one of my job interviews…

In downtown Vancouver I was applying for a receptionist position.  This was a company leading the way for other company’s on: “How to hire the right people for your business.”  Now I don’t remember their name.  But I do remember their office was full of packages,  pamphlets and signs for “industrial psychology.”  Something I had never heard of. They were very busy.

The test would take three hours…

I was informed at my interview I would have to undergo the testing they were teaching other company’s.  If I wanted to come back after lunch they would have the test ready and it would take 3 hours. I had a folded newspaper in my purse with the days job opportunities. I wondered if I wanted to give up most of my day to one application.


I thought about it…. 

Then I realized – Heh!  People pay big money for this and I get to do it for free.  So I came back and sat down to a stack of papers. Most of the questions were multiple choice.  When I finished – yes it was 3 hours – I went to their waiting room.  In time I was called in.

And the results of the test are…


The man behind the desk looked at me with what appeared to be a mixture of kindness and sadness.  Holding the papers in front of him he shook his head several times and then he apologized.

 

“I’m so sorry…I don’t know what to tell you. What you should do…”

You have the highest marks I have ever seen for someone in the field of writing…with music second and art third!”

He looked at me as if I should say something. I sat stunned. He continued.  “I don’t have a clue on what to advise you…maybe…(and at this he really sounded doubtful)…more schooling?” Then he really perked up: “I can tell you would never be the right applicant for an office job!”

And this was just a receptionists job… 

So I had wasted a whole day.  One part of me agreed with him.  I did love writing, music and art, BUT I had already proven myself out working in office jobs I had references for.  I had all my high school training!  I could do short hand!  And this was just a receptionists job…I kept these thoughts to myself.  I thanked him and walked out.

I like to think I went for a nice coffee…  

Today, I haven’t forgotten the atmosphere of his office, his look and his words.  I wish now I had looked deeper at what he told me.

I became Secretary to the highest paid scientist in forestry…

 
I did work in Vancouver in temp positions moving in and out of many office buildings.  In the course I learned dictaphone and telex machines and zerox. I became secretary to the highest paid research scientist in forestry in Canada at that time.  A two year hiring on Russian research called “Muka”. But in the end I became sick with agoraphobia.
 
Eventually  I became a folksinger and a multi-media artist.  My ability to juggle the work on the ranch gave me what most ranch women get. Expert ability to handle logistics. This meant I could organize shows with successful outcomes and I did!  My typing has been invaluable and I still love short hand.  But everyday I’m faced with the same dilemma my “tester” had.

 I still don’t know what to tell myself about the writing, the music and the art.

 Oh well.  All’s well that ends well.

 I hope it does.
 
© Kathy Kidwell, 2015  True to You (no longer on-line)
©The Living of Loving, 2018
 

Mystery & Magic by Katie Kidwell

“The mystery is in the magic. How the magic appears is the mystery.”
Art by Wendy Liddle for my book “Well Hell”
 

Science Class

In school, science taught me to approach Life through dissection. To view Life as a study of how things work…
 
So to figure out the Life of a Frog – I would need to dissect a dead one. I refused. How can the dissection of what is dead ever lead to how it had Life? Only it’s anatomy which is now purposeless.
 
As an artist I find Life at the centre of everything worthwhile. I accept Life as a mystery…A mystery full of magic. I live fully engaged in this because I agree with the Magician and expect the mysterious. In return, I have received a wonderful Life.
 

Direction

How does an artist find their way in this world?
 
So without taking things apart how do I find answers? I find them in direction – by having a sense of one and by listening for it.
The distilled essence of artistic vision is a direction. The sense you were given one at birth and all you need now is the discipline to follow thru. Only you have yours.
 
Agreement being the vehicle of free choice – choose now to agree with this. You were created to create by a creator.
 
Your direction is?
 
A question to ask yourself: “What does my heart really want to do?”
 
Remember: What we absolutely love we must follow or we will have no peace.
 
Note: No one ever discovers their direction through someone else’s dissection. Sorry therapists!
 

Listen

Listen to your heart. Something great is there – speaking. Learn to listen. Be patient. But mostly give your heart – Your Love.
 
The right direction?
 
You will know you are moving in the right direction when the mystery and the magic show up and take you by the hand. It might even be slight-of-hand as in: “How did that happen?”
 
Be a child…reach up for the hand reaching down.
 

Act

Now’s the time to talk about all the things you love. What is living in your heart? Is it a mystery? Be prepared for magic. Write it down as words have a way of telling you something.
 

My Personal Experience

I find the work  I do comes from the direction of my heart. The station I have tuned into. The life-long love I have for the creator who lives in my heart. In mysterious and magical ways – His Life shows up and asks me to create for him. He knows I am open to listening!
 

Recently

 Creating my Christmas cards (The Snowflake Butterfly), led to writing its story. This happened while I was still painting the cards! So the piece of watercolour paper I was testing my colours on started taking on words to.
 
It was a matter of brush and pen working at the same time.
 
There is never a dull moment when you are truly alive in what you love. I am thankful to return the results of my “loving” to the Master of it all. There is always another assignment waiting!
 
I Only Have Questions For You…because You have the answers for You!
 
How do you feel in your world?
 
Alive or dissected?
 
Like I heard and am now saying:
 
“The mystery is in the magic. How the magic appears is the mystery.”
 
Is there something hidden in your heart? What do you truly love? Listen for direction. It’s a road map…it’s Life!
 
Enjoy the scenery…the real you is on its way!

©Katie Kidwell, The Living Of Loving, 2019
GWJ Creative Art
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Katie Kidwell is a cheerleader for creative hearts everywhere.  With experience in music, writing and art.  Her inspiring stories on the creative way she has lived are here on her blog “The Living Of Loving”.  She also works as a commission artist.