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Friday, October 25, 2013

Red Letter Day My Goddess Paintings Go On Sale @ E's Chic Boutique in Gulf Shores

You'll find E's Chic Boutique on the left as you're headed toward the beach on Hwy 59 just past Fort Morgan Road. She has my Sun and Moon Goddess~ $55 Flamingo Goddess~ $33 Goddess of the Red Heart Key~ $33 Blue Heart Goddess~ $33 Purple Heart Key Goddess~ $33 Goddess of the Orange Flame~ $33 Purple Flower Goddess~ $33 Golden Handprint Goddess~ $33 Volcano Spirit Goddess~ $33 I hope y'all will at least go by and see them. I am so excited! Paint splattered today painting October's Red Madonna ALCHEMICAL MARRIAGE.

Our First Paralounge Experience October 2013

I vowed to write about all of the gypsywagon's trips BUT my blogsite changed format for downloading photos and I am testing this to see if it will show me and Steve @ Paralounge Drumming in Silver Springs. FL.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Dragonheart Spirit

Dragonheart Spirit allows me to be a spiritual warrior who will rise up in passion to fight for the things she believes in. ~~~ Dragonheart Spirit allows me to delve into the mystery. Here I can have tea with my muses, dance with my demons, sing songs in harmony with the Divine. ~~~ Dragonheart Spirit invites me to traipse between veils and enter through portals that open into different realms. ~~~

Monday, August 12, 2013

Thoughts in a poem

What if I come back in the next life and hafta follow the act I'm living now? Will it be a hard act to follow? When people comment on my life's story will they see the times I tried to portray being the best supporting actress for other shining stars? /will the critics pan me for times I tried to hog center stage? In my Akashic Record is it being scribed that I helped make the world a better place? Will I be seen as a catalyst for helping others find and follow their paths with heart? Will being The Pink Flamingo Of LaLaLand /Lower Alabama /Love Always Land a Flamingo Gypsy be tattooed on the memories the world has of me? Rising up each morning when I hear the birds sing the sun awake I dress in my Flamingo Gypsy Way and step out into the world being a splasher of bright colors into this world of love and grace and gratitude. My finest hours are ones when I in awe and wonder respond to words and art and living just like when I toted my red and yellow plastic Crayola mailbox home on weekends to respond to my kindergarten munchkins' creations. It is the threads that connect me to others that cause my light to shine and in my radiance I am witness to everyone playing their part to awakening this new world and creating our own versions of heaven on earth. I live in the days and age of the second coming of Christ. I see many people following this Wayshower's way. I see little Buddhas everywhere. There are priestesses and goddesses galore! In joyous delight I flute and drum and dance following my path with heart. Along the way I stop to ponder and I pass out invitations: Will you come and follow your path with heart and shine your light in your neck of the woods? Will you be witness to and tend to and nurture and nourish the growth of new ways of being in your little corner of the world? Will you join tribes that shine the divine spark of being that is in everything ~every tree, rock, flower, wind, drop of rain or ray of sunshine, every being whether winged, four legged, two legged, swimming or creepy crawly in ways that sparkle and uplift with hopefulness and helpfulness? Will you weave threads that connect us with love one to each other? Will you use the mystical keys you have blueprinted onto your DNA to unlock the tools you can use to paint your life's picture or write the script of your life's play with elan vital? What legend are you living that you will be remembered for? What are you creating mentally, physically, spiritually in your little patch of the garden of life?

Saturday, May 25, 2013



COSMIC COWGIRLS Painting on watercolor paper detail

COSMIC COWGIRLS Painting on Watercolor Paper


COSMIC COWGIRLS Susan Daniel on May 25, 2013 at 2:58am MY LIFE SEAL painted by Elizabeth Waitekus Susan=lily (Clockwise) Otter=animal totem Water=beach nearby/river in my backyard Gypsywagon Feather to write book and tarot cards I believe w/ eye Owl =bird totem (Center) 2 hands holding rainbow bowl of of my being w/flames of passion/creation Flamingo=bird totem holding lantern to remind me to shine my light to help others find their path with heart


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on May 13, 2013 at 10:30am SHE HAD CHOICES WHEN SHE LIVED IN THE GREAT MYSTERY She had choices She had teeny~tiny~seed~ sized choices no bigger than a grain of sand She had choices @ the forks in the road She had choices @ the crossroads She had choices She had choices that added more color to her world She had choices that erased the board She had choices that would take a long time to bring into fruition She had choices She had choices tiny as fireflies She had choices as steady as lighthouse beacons She had choices as magical as fairy dust She had choices She had choices as sweet as honey She had choices she had to make in pitch black dark She had choices heavy like stones She had choices She had choices that took her into valleys of sadness She had choices that weren't shown on any map She had choices she shrank away from She had choices She had choices she leaned into She had choices that marked special occasions She had choices she never paid attention to She had choices She had choices that looked like MOUNTAINS and didn't amount to a hill of beans She had choices that made her heart sing She had choices that took her breath away She had choices She had choices of utmost importance She had choices as easy as a gentle breeze She had choices that dug way down deep She had choices She had choices that created belly laughs She had choices that made her body dance She had choices that seemed preposterous She had choices She had choices that wouldn't let her loose She had choices that made her shape~shift into other ways of being She had choices that seemed old hat She had choices She had choices that felt like deja vu She had choices that filled her with élan vital She had choices that made her feel like she'd lost everything She had choices She had choices that gave her blank pages to write on She had choices when it felt like she had no room to even sign her name She had choices that were uplifting She had choices She had choices that dashed all hopes to the ground She had choices that made her walk through labyrinths She had choices that tasted YUCK! She had choices She had choices that led her to her heart's center She had choices that she wrestled with She had choices that rolled like water off a duck's back She had choices She had choices that led to dreams come true She had choices that led her far from the truth She had choices that whispered She had choices She had choices she hollered out loud in despair and desperation She had choices that gave her the willies She had choices she made with others She had choices She had choices she made alone, all by herself She had choices that were straightforward She had choices that were winding and convoluted She had choices She had choices that tooted her own horn She had choices that made her be in harmony with the universe She had choices she made before the morning stars first sang together She had choices She had choices that were in auspicious agreement with the star patterns She had choices that drew lines and dared others to cross over them She had choices that protected the innocent She had choices She had choices between a rock and a hard place She had choices that opened windows and showed her new vistas and horizons She had choices that shut doors forever She had choices She had choices that led to sanctuary She had choices that took her into war zones She had choices that took her on her path with heart She had choices She had choices where she had to wear armor just to survive She had choices that took her into nature She had choices where trees gave her air to breathe She had choices She had choices where she was drowning and couldn't catch her breath She had choices where she was lost in the woods She had choices where she wore masks She had choices She had choices where she stomp danced naked by the fire She had choices where her heart beat in time with her Earth Mother She had choices where she sang out of tune She had choices She had choices when she felt like she knew everything She had choices when she didn't know where to begin She had choices when she felt shattered and broken into tiny fragments She had choices She had choices where she picked up her thread and wove it into the tapestry of All That Is She had choices where she crooned lullabies and told fairy tales to newborn babies She had choices where she chose to cradle fallen soldiers in her loving arms She had choices She had choices where she raised her arms in praise of the Great Creator She had choices where she hoed her row in the garden of life She had choices when she strut and sashayed into a new day where the birds had sung the sun awake She had choices She had choices she had to make in the fierce winds of hurricanes She had choices that were good medicine for her She had choices where she had to shed skins to get to the truth and beauty at her core She had choices She had choices where she cried out to Father Sky for help She had choices where she could talk with animals She had choices where none of the symbols made any sense She had choices She had choices where she had to make up the meanings for herself She had choices when she didn't have a clue She had choices that made her live in awe and wonder She had choices She had choices She had choices

COSMIC COWGIRLS May 11 2013 Post REMEMBER by Joy Harjo

COSMIC COWGIRLS POST by Susan Daniel on May 11, 2013 at 7:48am REMEMBER by Joy Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star's stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her in a bar once in Iowa City. Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother's, and hers. Remember your Father. He is your life also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth, brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. I heard her singing Kiowa war dance songs at the corner of Fourth and Central once. Remember that you are all people and that all people are you. Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you. Remember that all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember that language comes from this. Remember the dance that language is, that life is. Remember.


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 28, 2013 at 1:44am My Creative Creed April 28 2013 It is so I have muses Who, like angels Animals and Spirit Guides Lead, guide, nurture and nourish me On my path with heart. I am learning a new language And it is the language of painting. Little fairies bring messages to me Tricksters, ravens and coyotes Tease the magic out of me. Inside @ the very depths of my being There is a holy, sacred Creatrix Who carries my portion Of the Divine Spark. She lights the candle In my lantern to show me My way when the path is dark. She kindles my fire of passion. She leads, guides and directs me Into the Wilderness. She comes when I least expect her And always answers when I call. She has many faces And wears many bright and colorful costumes. She bids me dance and drum and flute. She shakes my tambourine To lift my spirits. She honors me in every way. She seeks to have me honor myself As part of the All That Is. She longs to hear my song sung. With the Powers That Be Flowing through me She bids me express the Highest Truths I know. She holds the sacred threads That connect me with every living thing. She tugs @ me when I forget to be awake. She whispers in my ear That all my answers lie within myself. She poses questions, like koans, Inside my heart That must needs be answered. She lets me open my eyes And see my world afresh. I awake each morning to the birds Singing the sun awake. Because my Muse lives inside of me I lean toward every living thing. I use the power that is gifted to me To gift love out into the world. She gives me magic tools to play with. Into my hand she places magic wands Like paintbrushes and flutes. Because my Muse empowers me I lend my helping hands To uplift others to Higer Ground. I promise to love and serve Beauty Truth And support Joyous Delight In any ways I can. I Believe And it is so. Ah oh!


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 23, 2013 at 9:52pm In response to Ti Klinger's STORY OF NO Sometimes I define myself more by my Nos than by my Yeses Yes! I place things on my calendar and TO DO lists that make my heart sing BUT I also leave open empty spaces where I can do Soul Talk with myself in meditation. Into my emptiness can grow my yearnings. Being hungry I can go to get myself fed. Pausing I can see where it is light written that I need to go. I learn which path to follow. Alone for a while ~I can decide to go seek others. With others too much ~I can seek solitude. Face to face with myself I can see the All That Is. Empowered to speak my true no my true yes I can use my discernment weighing carefully what is BEST for me and others. No this won't grow. Yes this will lead me toward the Light. Becoming flexible Bending Melting into the mold that I Creatrix have created for myself I flow perfectly into the vessel that holds my being. Yes! I'll put this into the soup pot. No I'll leave that part out. This I know to be a thing of truth and love and beauty. That thing of less than the Highest Good For All does not belong to me and so I can easily say No to it. The things I say YES/NO to create the world I live in. My soup pot holds some things I'd best take out. The soup in my pot lacks some things that will make it taste better. The one force source flows thru me. Some energies need to be Yes-ed like a waterfall through me to flow like sweet honey overflowing from my cup /the bowl of my being out into the world surrounding me. Some uses of energy need to be taboo erased from my playbook No-ed out of my sacred space with volcanic force. Sometimes I teeter totter between my Yeses and my Nos but on a day with clear blue sky or in the dark of a night spangled with moon and stars I stand in the middle of that seesaw with my arms flung out wide to hug the Cosmos to hug both the tiniest blossoms and the tallest mountains both this world and the other realms beyond the veils one foot securely planted in my No my other foot tenderly balancing placed with loving care in my Yes.


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 10, 2013 at 1:01pm My sweet spot begins when the screen door slams shut on my back porch My sweet spot wanders thru the woods where I notice how the winds have blown the bamboo west it's like they have little spindly legs and walk when we are not looking My sweet spot has dragonflies who accompany my walking stick as I traipse on the raised walkway over the marshy bog My sweet spot glitters on the river's water as the seagulls teach their babies how to fish for food My sweet spot Huck Finn raft rises up when it is high tide and lowers down when the low tide pushes water through the bay and out into the gulf My sweet spot splashes sunshine onto my wintered hungry skin My sweet spot swells up with the sounds of seagulls singing in my ears My sweet spot is safe haven Like a snake I shed the skin I wear in the world and come naked bare to the bone to receive the waters' blessings of my sweet spot Here at the river I etch the blessings of this sacred spot into the cells of my being so I can carry the essence of my sweet spot inside me wherever I go....


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 9, 2013 at 10:19pm Lift me to Higher Ground O lady Muse find your way into my words into my heart Wipe the dust and dirt offa me Let me shine and sparkle and reflect your radiance out into the world that surrounds me Cradle my butt and give me some of your oomph so I can rise up outta this rut I've fallen down into Help me remember I know what the sunshine feels like I live in paradise Open my eyes and let me see the blessings you have in store for me this day Gingerly, tenderly unwrap me from my cocoon Kiss my unfolding wings with your fresh morning dew Empower me to fly high in the sky Lift me to Higher Ground


COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 8, 2013 at 12:01am i breathe in i am tired i breathe out i am UNDERwhelmed i spent most of my day unearthing my bedroom altar (suzy homemaker i am not) almost everywhere i look there is something i could clean up i spent some afternoon time in a circle of friends studying what Edgar Cayce channeled about the book of Revelations Reveal me to me Let me balance this rare spring cleaning fever with time in my sweet spots ~my newly excavated bedroom altar ~my painting room ~the floating platform @ the river in my backyard ~my garden ~the Labyrinth ~any yoga mat i can get myself onto

COSMIC COWGIRLS April 6 2013 This one button can summon HELP

COSMIC COWGIRLS by Susan Daniel on April 6, 2013 at 1:48pm This one button can summon HELP! A friend of a friend of mine wrote in her book, "Possibility is what matters." & so I ask: Which button shall I push? What memories shall I make for myself? What revelations am I ready to reveal? From Suzanne Giesmann's collection of SANAYA sayings in LOVE BEYOND WORDS: there are a lot of whats which ones will I bring into being? In the liquid base of my being is the sea of all possibility. How am I being Spirit today? What mysteries of the Universe am I holding? Which ones will I reveal this day? Will I do my best to bring the love that is in each one of us to the surface today? In the words of Luis Cardoza y Aragon: "For an artist, a tip of a fingernail has planetary connotation. Rooted in symbols, human beings take over the world to know it better, to know who they are and where they are. And to explain the world, investigate it, and invent paths and possibilities." In my mind's eye I have an old Lily Tomlin telephone switchboard in my head and the ability to hookup wires and push buttons to connect parts of myself and the world in conversation. Of course I know my little self the operator will listen in and always be willing to jump in with my ego's 2 cents worth just as I know my Divine Mother and Father, creators of this Great Switchboard that is my life's work will lovingly listen in on me and the whole operation. What buttons will I push to be a better flow of energy in my world today? One ringy dingy Two ringy dingies.... If I follow The Way Of The Muse I may plug in the cord and push the button that connects me with TRUTH Are my actions in Dharmic Service of others for the Highest Good of all beings? Am I expressing words of kindness caring & understanding? or I may choose to push the button that's labeled COURAGE Do I use courage to pick myself up from my Woe! is me Poor Pitiful Pearl place & sit & keep on with my soul's purpose? Am I using my creative spirit to celebrate my Indwelling Living Light? Am I radiant with all of the good ju~ju stuff I believe? Like: Each time you Remember the Truth of who you are. You bring more light into the world. or I could select the button that says VISION Do I drum? Howl at the moon? Observe Mother Nature to see what lessons she has to teach me? Walk the Labyrinth? Build Medicine Wheels? ~to find and listen to my Inner Voice of Truth? so I can walk My Path With Heart? Do I sometimes let my fingers push the MUSIC button be it flutes drumming or songs to empower me to dance in celebration of the gift of life we all have been blessed with? Do I push the INSPIRATION button to find guidance seek revelations that help me live with feelings of hopefulness and helpfulness? Do I push the MYSTERY button to explore my connections with the Powers That Be? Am I awake and aware of how the Powers That Be flow through nature and me and others on this Earthball? Do I use the DESIRE button to find in~stances that help me live with RESPONSE~ABILITY and AT~ONE~MENT? Do I push the PRAISE button to connect with the Holy names of the Powers That Be /Creative Force~Source Christ Buddha Goddess Spirit Divine? Do I push the DANCE button to move Living In Spirit with joyous delight? Do I use my VOICE button to express my Oneness with all of life and express my Revelations of Truth? Do I push the QUESTION button to seek ways of being my own Personal Legend? When I push the LAUGHTER button do I find my way to live in spirit with joyous delight, love, grace and gratitude? Pushing the LISTEN button do I find my way to the quiet place where nothing can harm me to that quiet place we carry inside ~the heart of the world ~the heart of the world? When I push my MEMORY button can I conjure up pictures of how each day I have been given the steps it was necessary for me to take in order to grow and unfold? Will I remember days when I muttered the mantras: WE CAN ONLY GROW AS FAST AS WE CAN GROW and SURELY EVERYTHING IS UNFOLDING THE WAY IT IS SPOZED TO BE in mercy for others and myself? I have the power to push any SONG button I desire to choose. The songs I sing in my heart can reflect all of the poems and prayers and promises and things that I believe in. The DEVOTION button I select helps me be a channel of blessings~ love and light. These are only one kind of the buttons I can select from among the infinite variety of types of buttons that are mine for the choosing. I AM is another style/sort of button I can select from. In that panel of buttons I can choose I AM buttons that are labeled: Infinite Power In The Flow Infinite Love and Endless Light Respectful Of All Life Growing In Gratitude Aligned With Truth Ready To Take Action In Touch With My Own Power Aware and Awake A Reality Shifter Peaceful and Prosperous Kind To Myself and All Others Accountable For My Actions Authentically Unique At Ease With Change Committed To My Goals At Choice In Every Moment ~~~ My questions for you are: What panel of buttons to push for help will you create for yourself? Which button will you push today? In this moment now what do you need more help with?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Joy Harjo's Poetic Adventures in the Last World Blog: Broken Song

Joy Harjo's Poetic Adventures in the Last World Blog: Broken Song

Thursday, January 10, 2013

I'm just sayin'

that today was one of those blissful days where I found myself living in awe & wonder in extreme gratitude. It started out with an hours worth of morning meditation. Then I went to see my chiropractor Dr. Justin & he let me be hooked up to the stim machine for my lower back before he worked his magic on me then he hooked me up afterwards for the pain in my right shoulder~ even tho I hadn't done my homework & applied ice as instructed. Then I trekked across the bay to visit Mama in her nursing home where I switched out her December bucket of bears for the mostly polar bears in bucket of January bears. I read Christmas letters to her, labeled her diapers & read to her from Janet Evanovitch's first book ONE FOR THE MONEY. Then it was back across the bay & down to Gulf Shores where I & my sister Labyrinth Keepers set up for a simple labyrinth walk focusing on taking into oneself the characteristics of Jesus like compassion & honesty & love, etc. with different foods like dried apples, Hershey bars, & candy hearts to represent character traits one might want to take into oneself during the new year. I got to walk into the labyrinth & that is one of my favorite spiritual things to do. Wrote in my Labyrinth Journal to mark the experience I had today. If you're ever in Gulf Shores, Alabama be sure to call Gulf Shores United Methodist Church so you can make a spiritual pilgrimage walk of your own. Left the labyrinth early to trek across the county to Rosie Bluum in Fairhope where I lay down on my mat with 15 other people to be led in yoga by Ms. Nancy & stayed afterwards for guided meditation with Ms. Betsey. Came home to do art online with Shiloh Sophia: both MARKED BY THE MUSE & THE RED MADONNA. Have a good book to read when I get ready to go to sleep later & I'm just sayin' ~ life is juicy, full of awe & wonder & I feel very blessed by all of the loving people who helped fill the cup of my day full to overflowing with good ju~ju stuff!!!