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
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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”.

 

©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

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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 multi-media 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 it’s 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 as a creator 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

There’s A Snowman Out In The Meadow

The Painting

My “Snowman”
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Christmas Card
2015

The Story

I was an early riser at the ranch.  Cows to milk and feed, horses to feed,
chickens…well you get my drift.  If I wanted a coffee first I really got up early!
 
One winter with the tiniest of light on our Long Horn Meadow I saw a huge snowman.  Right smack dab in the middle of the meadow!  Of course it was my imagination but I thought it would be so neat if my family could see it too.
 

So I’m not sure if I wrote the song right away or if I fed the animals first…but I did follow thru on what I saw.  This is how my song “There’s A Snowman Out In The Meadow” was born… On a cold winters morning!

The Song

(Guitar players…this is an easy melody to play.  Have fun! )

The Lyrics

There’s A Snowman Out in The Meadow

There’s a snowman out in the meadow
A snowman big as Life
And how he got in the meadow –
You’ll have to ask my wife.

For the children in the forest,
Asked her if she could play…
And they built him out in the meadow
Just the other day.

There’s a snowman out in the meadow
A snowman smiling at me
And the shape they gave the snowman
Looks a lot like the letter “B”.

Oh he’s big around and “rolly”
He’s awesome in a snowman’s way
And I met him out in the meadow
When the sun was far away…

The owl’s were there in the evening
The birds at the break of day
Then the sun began it’s journey
And the snowman ran away…

But a sound I heard this evening
From the forest there was a sigh…
Oh the snowman’s back in the meadow

And so was I………………….

©Katie Kidwell, 1982  SOCAN

©The Living Of Loving Blog, 2019
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From The Eyes Of A Deer

Poetry from The Living Of Loving

I recently found this poem in an old steno book.  In 1995, I was four years away from living on the ranch and  now on 3 acres.  Musing about how the world would look from the eyes of a deer…a long time ago.

©GWJ Creative Art, 2019

From The Eyes Of A Deer

Have you ever wanted to travel
The fields of Yesteryear?
Just to see the way things looked…
Perhaps from the eyes of a deer?

When everything was wild
Wild and alone
In overlapping wonder
This Earth at Peace, at Home.

And silence so enchanting
The air of every note
Conducted from Divinity
The Master Heart has wrote.

Your senses filled to bursting
The return to Now you’ll dread
For hit with sudden living
You’ll recognize what’s dead.

©K, Kidwell, 1995

Travelling to Boston a few years ago I took this photo of Walden Pond where Henry D Thoreau loved to be.  I imagine he saw the world of yesteryear through the eyes of a deer and more.  Lucky are we that he wrote about his nature experience.

Thoreau’s Walden Pond

©Katie Kidwell, 2019, The Living Of Loving
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When Cowboys Were Boys

     This is a short story published by Whitecap Books, 2000, 
“A Cowboy Christmas, Celebrating the Season on Ranch and Range,”  Edited by Anne Tempelman-Kluit

When Cowboys Were Boys

by Katie Kidwell

     You know, I’ve got some real fine memories of Christmas.

     Now when Christmas comes, and I’m snowed up and alone in some line shack feeding cattle, I get those memories out and have myself a grand old time remembering.

       Used to be when I was a boy we always had something happening and I remember one Christmas when the folks had to go into town to pick up some Aunt who’d just arrived from Boston.  My sister was quite a rascal back then.  Just as soon as they were gone we opened up both the front and back doors of the house and filled the floor between with a good layer of snow.  Then we took our old sleigh up the hill which was right behind the back door and boy did we let her rip…right through the back door and out the front.  Course we had to aim real careful or we hit the wall.

     Sure was fun…of course we caught hell when the folks got back.  I think my father got a kick out of it but he wasn’t gonna let mother know.  No, she wasn’t all that fussy about the mess we made, that’s for sure!

     Yes sir,  it sure is nice to remember Christmas when you’re all alone somewhere listening to the wind howl.  Kind of puts the sound of church bells and carols into your soul just thinking about it.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018

Previously published:
The Cowboy’s Campfire in Cyber Space, 1999

Whitecap Books, 2000, 
“A Cowboy Christmas, Celebrating the Season on Ranch and Range,”  Edited by Anne Tempelman-Kluit

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Weswisxe (Shuswap for Robin)

“Weswisxe” (Shuswap for Robin) water colour

     Today I was invited out for Moose Chile with the Canim Lake Elders! There I presented my painting and story about Weswisxe. Here is the story which follows the painting. Also a note of thank you at the end.

WESWISXE

by Katie Kidwell
(a story as shown in the painting)

The Great Spirit, the Father, lives in the sky and at night the Star People dance for him.

Silhouetted by the night, the Mother Robin sits on her nest like she is a mountain and her nest is the earth where life is born. Notice her chicks in the nest as valleys and hills, rivers and lakes.

When you see the mountain in the robin; she sees you with starlight in her eyes.   In the light of her beak her words are now a song.

The Father lives in the eyes of the Mother’s children. His light glows like the cool part of a flame. Together, in the nest, the Mother and Chicks are a living fire of Life. A campfire where the peoples of the Earth can gather and remember the star dance. The dance of flying over mountains in the breath of the Great Spirit; the dance of living and of being alive right here on Earth.

With twigs and with moss we build our nest…and live like a mountain.

©Katie Kidwell, 2018, Painting and Story.

My note on this: I am grateful to a Canim Lake Elder who expressed an interest in my painting: “Robin and Chicks” at my show, The Little Birds That Fly. There she told me the Shuswap name for Robin was “Weswisxe” and wrote it down for me. I promised her a painting with this name. The story came along for the ride and I am grateful to the wisdom of the Great Spirit in using every opportunity to reveal His presence. I trust I heard him right. If not, I will hear about it around the campfire…