The Dreamer

Life feels like a dream
It is my child, a dream come true.

The Dreamer
24 x 30
oil on canvas
By Lorlinda

The Fighter in All Of Us

The Fighter In All of Us
By Lorlinda
24″ x 18″
Oil on Canvas

The fighter perseveres and never gives up.

She is the wild stallion in all of us.

Reflecting on . . .

We are all beautiful.
If we had the courage to raise our heads and look, we would see it. 

Reflecting
24″x 24″
Oil on Canvas
By Lorlinda

Wishing Everyone A Happy New Year 2015

2014 gave me reason to stop and think. So, it’s no wonder my last painting of the year is called, Contemplation.
Happy new year everyone.

24×36
Oil on Canvas
By Lorlinda

Rebirth

Once I was asleep

Ignorant of my slumber

Once I was asleep

Unable to remember

My eyes were opened by a dreadful dive

Now I know how good it is to be alive

Rebirth

Lorlinda
Oil on Canvas
24×30

The End Just Started

This post by Michael Genford had special meaning for me today. I hope it resonates for you as well.

I LOVE ALL YOU and I hope your weekend is as awesome are your are!

The I Am

What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
— T.S. Eliot

May your week’s end be the beginning of your next great path.

Have a fun and peaceful weekend everyone.

__

View original post

The Taste of Sky

Today is my birthday. I’m not going to tell you how old I am but I will tell you that I will always celebrate my birthday no matter how old I get.

And to celebrate, I’ve re-blogged this beautiful piece by my friend Rob Spiegel from Spiritual Awakening.

Spiritual Awakening

When the struggle comes to an end, the suffering lifts. You are not who you thought you were. You thought you were caught here in the world. You thought the world had dominion over you. You believed there was such a thing as dominion.

The sky is more blue than you ever thought possible. Blue like a taste. Blue like a thin film you can walk through.

You thought you were close to solving the problem, but the problem is not here. There were so many answers that seemed to be surrounding you, but they have flown off like feathers, delicate and light. They don’t need you today.

You thought you were something. You thought you were nothing. You found that everything is not enough. You found that nothing is too hard to bear. Then you watched your self float off like shiny dust.

There is a song that has…

View original post 123 more words

Burning Desire to Create – Part Two

I’m undergoing a burning desire to create. Therefore, I’ve decided to loosen up and broadened the theme and subject matter of my blog.

The truth is I have a burning desire in my heart to create period, and it’s not limited to writing my soul book.

I want to be able to write about my other creative passions, have a forum where I can take notice of the creative world I live in, and a place to write where I can inspire others to join me and do the same.

After x number of years, I’ve finally decided to be true to myself and live my life’s purpose. Since then, I’ve found the Garden of Eden and that’s where I now live, work and play.

I am exploring the creative world 24/seven, where amazing things are happening as a result, and I’m burning to share what I’m learning.

In the early morning I lovingly tend to my garden, even the weeds. I then slowly mosey over to my studio where I paint till lunch. In the afternoons I write, play my keyboard and explore the creative world through meditation. Yes, I’m blessed.

In addition, I’m feeling the need/desire to write more often and I don’t want to be restricted to a narrow format. I want to talk to you and share with you what’s in my heart.

I believe we all have this creative ability. We all have a voice inside of us that wants to express itself. I believe this is how our souls communicate with us and the world.

Creativity also opens our hearts, and when our hearts are open not even the sky is the limit.

It is my hope that you will find here inspiration:

Inspiration to express yourself;

Inspiration to find what you’re looking for; and

Inspiration to live your life’s purpose.

After all, we are hands held in unison, burning with the desire to create.

Your Soul Sister,
Lorlinda

The Awakening,
by Lorlinda

The Awakening, By Lorlinda
Sold to Private Collector

The Burning Need to Create

“Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is,”
W.B. Yeats

I love this verse by Yates. I can meditate on it for hours.

It sums up beautifully the ache in my heart. For I am a living creature filled with desire tied to a dying animal, and I don’t know who I am.

My heart aches with desire to create but there is something holding it back; an emotion that no longer serves me, like a dying animal. And hidden from view, under this rot, lies my real identity; my true essence. As a result, I cry in despair because I don’t know who I am.

Every night I wonder what it will take to free myself from this decaying carcass. The answer keeps me guessing while hope keeps me searching.

How long my quest will take or whether I’ll succeed is unknown. However, I have no doubt that when I do unchain myself I will know for certain who I am. And when I know who I am my heart will be free to sing its song.

With much love,
Lorlinda Osborne

Voices In My Head

 

Voices in my head go away
Come again to play some other day.
Better yet, don’t bother coming back at all.

Writing your soul book is an elephantine and daunting enough project as it is. I don’t need these negative voices from my past adding to the immensity of what I’m trying to accomplish. Yet there they are; ready without notice to lend an unhelping hand.

“Are you sure you’re a good enough writer to be doing this?”
“You know, you’ve never been a very good speller.”
“I just caught a typo. Aren’t you proofreading your work?”
“Maybe you should let someone who knows what they’re doing take over.”

It’s funny. They’re not present while I’m painting. (Shush! I don’t think the voices know that I paint, so I think I should keep that one under my hat.) They certainly know I bang on the piano. They’ve been there since I was a child and have kept me from advancing beyond the banging stage.

As long as I’m complaining there’s a commercial out there that breaks my heart every time I see it.

A family is gathered around a kitchen counter discussing who deserves the last whatever the product is that shall remain anonymous. The daughter says she deserves it because she practiced her musical instrument. The mother says she deserves it because she had to listen to her daughter practice her musical instrument.

Is it really painful to listen to your daughter or loved one learn to creatively express what’s in their heart? Isn’t this how those negative voices get started in the first place? Somebody thinking they’re being funny or cute at your expense?

The other day at my creative pow-wow with my soul sisters the subject of negative voices came up. Jasmine had them so bad she was actually thinking about going into another line of work to escape them. Jasmine is an incredibly talented woman and what a tragedy it would be if she gave up on her life’s purpose.

It then occurred to me that if it would be a tragedy for her to give up on her creative, soul purpose wouldn’t that logic also apply to me? That felt really good to say that. Therefore, it must be true. I am worthy of fulfilling my creative destiny.

Damn the torpedoes. Men (and women) man your weapons. We’ve got enemy voices trying to board ship. As long as I’m captain there will be no more free rides for lying scallywags, critical windbags or pirates of any kind. All scoundrels, creative sucking leeches and swindlers of self-confidence are hereby ordered to walk the plank. And if the sharks don’t get ya you can dine on each other’s regurgitated cynicism.

In other words, you are going to have to eat your lunch all by yourself because I’m not going to entertain you the next time you come knockin’ while I’m trying to write. I’m perfectly aware that you’re still going to try to test the water but trust me it’s not safe to enter. I’m now armed with the truth. And the truth will set me free.