“Begin as you mean to go on, and go on as you began…”

Charles H. Spurgeon, All of Grace

Today I am putting the final touches on the last body of work due for the intuitive painting course that I’ve been immersed in for the last 10 months.


Here’s a little “before” peek at the vessel that holds the work.


[Arches 140 lb. watercolor paper, 11”x14”]


This journal is made from a painting that was my first introduction to intuitive painting.  It’s infused with history and soul work.  It was the first painting that I ever wept over.   It went something like this:


“Choose a color that speaks to you.”  The invitation was simple enough, but actually doing it was anything but easy.

“No.”  I actually said it aloud.  “It has to be something else.”

I found my staring quietly at the bins, waiting for my spirit to say, “Choose Payne’s Gray.”


“Ughhhh.”  Again, aloud.

I shook my fist.

I left the room.

I made a cup of tea.

I gave the studio a tidy.

I returned to stare at the bins.

I listened.

I heard,  “Choose Pink.”

I cried.

I cried some more.

I stormed about pulling out every container of pink in the bin, and realized that there weren’t but 3 little plastic jars of pink craft paint.  I remembered that I know how to mix pink.

And then, I start painting.  And, I fell in love with paint again.


This past Spring, I cut up that first painting to make a journal for the Sedona portion of our training.  It’s my practice to keep a journal by my side when I work large scale.  I like having it there to catch words and extra paint or the elusive ideas that fly around when we begin moving our bodies in painterly ways.  After every painting session in Sedona, I took the extra paint from my palette and created backgrounds.  I love that this project has a little bit of every part of my journey.  The tears, the wrestling and the new ease in movement and shift.  There’s  even a little bit of Sedona soil, and the fuchsia palette that keeps showing up.  I don’t fight it any more.  I listen.


I’m also listening to the argiope that have filled the garden this year.  So. many. spiders!   They remind me that I’m writing and weaving my full life.  And, that much like a spider sheds its exoskeleton, I’m in a season of shedding.  I’m letting go of that which has served me and embracing renewal.


I’m also using my voice again.  As I always have and in new ways.


In wrapping up my time, I keep returning to this poem over and over.  It was part of the intention that I set at the beginning of the course.  It is still a faithful guide.



Do not try to save

the whole world

or do anything grandiose.

Instead, create

a clearing

in the dense forest

of your life

and wait there


until the song

that is your life

falls into your own cupped hands

and you recognize and greet it.

Only then will you know

how to give yourself

to this world

so worthy of rescue.


by Martha Postlewaite



Grace and Peace.