Carol Wiebe

. She opened her eyes, after an especially luminous dream, and saw a phosphorescent glow in the room. Phosphorescent My dream has followed me, she thought, and pinched herself anyway ~ hard. It hurt, but she was ecstatic. She knew she had entered an entirely new realm. #dream #phosphorescent #follwed #realm #CWWOL20111030 #luminous

I know you have a dream. We all have one or two. Keep Reaching But having them come true . . . . is that only for the rarified few? Getting Closer Hold your dream up to the light. Go deep and ask yourself if it is what you REALLY want. If the answer is yes, then make your dream an actual goal, not just a piece of pie in the sky. Inspect it from all angles. Ask every question you can think of and be honest about your answers. Keep doing that until it gets close enough to feel

There’s no need for me to say anything, today. Julianne has said it for me. She is an oil painter and I use acrylics. She is an art teacher, and I am “life taught.” (This seems more accurate than “self taught.”) But that feeling she describes of “just being” and an enveloping sense of oneness? I know that. Go to her site and read about how hard she is working towards her dream of becoming a full time artist. She emphasizes the term “working,” and describes those palpable symp

It’s hard not to take things a little too seriously sometimes. You know what I’m talking about~those dark nights of the soul where you despair of ever being a good enough artist to meet your own exacting standards, or you’re good enough but despair of being noticed, or you are being noticed but despair of having the time to make enough art to pay the mortgage, or you are just practicing getting into despair because, well, they say it’s a necessary ingredient for producing rea

My mother called during the Christmas holidays and thanked me for giving her a hug. As we live a few thousand miles apart, I laughed and made a silly comment about my remarkably protracted arms. Mom was not to be put off by such foolishness. “It was in a dream I had,” she said. “You gave me a really long hug in my dream.” Something about that set my heartstrings vibrating, and I wrote a poem for her and Dad about the “many miles between us.” I also made a small art piece that