Friday, April 29, 2016

A Healing Journey

Walking through life, sometimes we need help.
Sometimes, we become stuck in a cycle of emotional pain.
In order to release it, we might need a helping hand.

Someone that is outside of the cycle.
Someone who has knowledge.
Someone who has been trained.
Someone who is a healer.

I chose Sandy.

She has assisted me in releasing the emotional pain cycle that I had been in.
She has shown me kindness and care.

Together, we have created a safe place for inward work to be done.

Why do I share?
Because perhaps someone else needs her. 

I vowed long ago to share my journey on this earth from an honest place. To be authentic. To share what I feel compelled to share.

This honesty has assisted others to live their truth. Planting truth seeds in others makes my journey through the dark forests of life feel redeemed and valuable.

I created a Healing Tree tryptic for Sandy, sharing how I experience her and how I see her.

My husband, Louis M. Collins, documented the paintings for my portfolio. I gave him creative freedom. He did not disappoint.

If this post strikes a cord in heart and you feel like you might want to reach out to Sandy, you can email her:

Monday, April 25, 2016


She is powerful.
She is complicated.
She is woman.

She seeks balance.
She seeks joy.
She seeks to delight in the way she is made.

She doubts.
She hurts.
She is human.

She falls.
She stumbles.
She gets back up again.

She is woman.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


In these moments of unrest 
before rest at night,
Deep contemplation and feeling fills my being

There are no words to perfectly match my experience of painting
They offer no more than a glimmer shining on the surface of a body of water representing the essence of something much more

But poetry does come.

It does not perfectly state or share the experience. It is as close as I can get to share these messages, that are birthed through my human experience with divine design to impact much more than I could even imagine.

And so here we go.
One more night, 
One more honest message.
And one more time that this is more than one experience, with one person in my life. 
It truly is, so much more.


I had trusted you
I had trusted myself
When you broke my trust
The action broke my trust in myself

No more will I cling to this power
You held over me
No more will I hold out for hope
That you will do something to fix this

The truth is
I need 

I need to trust

To be ok, when I do not see
A broken promise coming across the horizon
To be ok, when the pain comes knocking on the door of my heart one more time
To not close up in anticipation of a possible occurance.

Because broken trust 
And broken promises will come again
As many times as they come

And that is ok

My trust with and in
is here
And here to stay

Friday, March 18, 2016

Bathtub Painting

Here is my deal.
Here is my season.

If I paint for 2-4 hours at night, I get rewarded with delicious sleep. 

If I don't paint, sleep might not come....
or come only for half a night.

I have been painting.....
a lot.

The paintings are real and alive. 
Some of the best work I have done in awhile.
And the poetry to go with it has been soulful.
Those parts are a blessing.

sometimes I just want to take a bath and go to bed.

Soooo........tonight I took my painting to the bathtub. 
Yep. You read that right. 
Oil painting in a bathtub. 
It was kind of interesting.
I felt like a special easel would have been helpful. If it becomes a thing, I will work on that.

Weird seasons call for weird solutions.

This is what my bathtub painting produced:

Thursday, March 17, 2016

The seeds deep inside of us

Deep down
Inside all of us



Sometimes they are seedlings

Waiting to be nurtured
Waiting for attention
Waiting to grow
And to become

Become birthed into reality
Become a force to be reckoned with
Become a change in this world

The question is

Will you listen?
Will you nurture?
Will you allow your seeds to become?

Monday, March 14, 2016

Feet in the air

Mind in the backseat
Heart engaged
Body making the decisions

Feet in the air 
In yoga position
Into relaxation

Upside down
Something unlocking my brush from this position

A painter needs paint
And a surface
The rest is optional

Saturday, March 12, 2016


This painting took on a life of it's own tonight. A woman came forward and had something to say. This message is a bit harsh, and yet sometimes being done with someone or something requires that.
I will let the words speak the rest.

No longer entangled in your pain
I own my own 

And release that which you placed into my life

Freedom can be lonely
But the alternative entangles my soul

I have released you
No longer may you touch my soul

I am free of you
And now you know