Category: Art & Quilts

  • Unsayable is in the Art!

    In the past few days, I have gotten to see the actions of abuse in the language of actions, even if the words were silent.  Now, I am reading another book by Annie G. Rogers, "The Unsayable- The hidden Language of Trauma".  

    What is totally connecting to me is the way we as humans speak, either in action and words, and actually how actions are much clearer and more accurate than the spoken word.

    To walk the talk isn't that easy, when our bodies and unconscious knowing are not that easily controlled…for our bodies and our unconsciousness want to be known.

    Annie writes,

    "This book reveals specific aspects of my work toward one end; to write history where silence reigned, where silence was broken by an undeciphered cry that went unheard.  When all the traces of history have been erased and the body itself is inscribed with an unknown language, how does a child begin to speak?  How is it possible to listen so that the child comes to know something vital, and speaking freely becomes possible, so that living inside one's own body is no longer a nightmare?  These are the questions that would guide my listening."

    "This book carries stories of terrible anguish girls have lived. They are stories of how something real impinges on us and marks us in our bodies. This thing – I'll call it trauma – enters our speech as if by stealth, through the back door, in the night.  Then it sounds as though we are speaking in code to one another and to ourselves, and that code is both the mark of trauma and is, itself traumatizing." Annie

    Her book, as well as the movie, "The Celebration" by Thomas Vinterberg, are clearly making me see that when you are not allowed to talk about abuse, when your mind has shoved it far away out of reach of memories, Your body and life's actions will still be screaming out your correct past.

    Annie, also gave me an insight about abusers.  How their ACTIONS are showing what happened to them.  How they are speaking their trauma in actions.  It makes sense to me. 

    So, what is so thrilling in a horrifying way is that we are all speaking, just that no one is listening, for we are concentrating on what is being said, and not what is being acted out.

    What Annie came to know, is that in a group dynamic of the old therapy ways, where you all sit around and 'share' your story, the story wasn't being told. But, put them in a room doing art, without rules, just giving them the supplies and a few words, incredible things would show up.  The body and unconsciousness would be doing the art!

    I know this to be true in my experience; my quilts were done without direction, plan or words.

    Unsayable is in the Art!


  • Weekend Fun!

    I started the weekend, making Salsa with my daughter…we made two batches, ending up with 14 quarts.

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    She picked up our ingredients from the Farmers Market in Green Bay.  

    On Sunday, Ann and I dyed about 8 yards of fabric…7 hours flew by.  Two women totally immersed in dyeing, just like the fabric.

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    I turned my kitchen into a play area…with the counter's covered, we could just focus on dye and how we wanted to manipulate the fabric. Spills and drips didn't matter.

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    Here are our first two pieces in the dye water.  Immediately we loved the color.

    Meanwhile outside is our soda ash treated fabric drying….

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    The before and after is striking.  How can you not love the process of dyeing?  Seeing the fresh colors is incredible, and of course my favorite part to see them hung on the line.

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    Loving the Orange!

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    It is always a surprise to see what comes out…how the way we twist and fold the fabric creates a wonderful design.

    My favorite piece of the day is this one.  I love how it formed by twisting it around a dowel and then scrunching it down and tieing it with floss.  It will be water on a quilt soon.

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    Thanks girls…I will enjoying using what we made!

  • Wearing the Label “Therapist”.

    I just finished Annie G Rogers book "A Shining Affliction – A story of Harm and Healing in Psychotherapy"…it is brilliant in the understanding of how the past arrives in the present, until the past is corrected, and it shows the delicate balance between therapist and client.  How the truth can be manipulated by either side…

    Healing will take two people facing the truth.

    "The psychotherapy relationship is two-sided, whether we acknowledge it is or not. Each person brings to that relationship whatever is unrecognized, unknown, and unapproachable in her or his life, and a wish for knowledge of truths and wholeness."  Annie

    This alone is the key as to why some therapy works and others don't.  It isn't the total blame of the client, it is a relationship, where one person fails to show up fully, authentically…and I wonder what is the percentage of failures…Client or Therapist?

    Blaming the client only will no longer be acceptable.  How many folks have a relationship with the 'crazy' one and who are not truthful?  How many times does the 'crazy' one get left standing alone, unsubstantiated?

    What truly drives us crazy is not so much the actual facts of our history, but rather the lack of integrity of those who are 'helping' us….or our family and friends.  It is easier to put me into the category crazy, by my self.  But, it has more to do about their story than mine.

    I love the title, HARM and Healing.  

    For what most automatically believe is "If she would just get therapy, she would be healed"…and not take into the equation the other person in the therapy relationship…that there can be more harm being done in therapy, if the therapist doesn't see the client. 

    It is amazing that you can continue on your path of being a victim….just being victimized by the therapy world.  Ugh. How can you know?

    I instinctively have hung back from therapist, well actually from people…as someone I could rely on to tell me my truth.  I had followed folks for my first 46 years and they led me astray from reality.  Now, I was hell bent on going it alone.  Forcing myself to see that which I hadn't seen, feel what I had pushed away. Being aware instead of blindly following.

    I love how Annie shows the nuances of the client and then the harmful behaviors of the therapist as well as what is healing.

    It is my belief, that we are now on the cusp of recognizing that the crazy one isn't the only one who is misleading the healing, but that rather it is at the mercy of courage of the therapist.

    In the past, the one with the most college credits or the one who sat behind the desk was seen as the wisest.  

    That no longer will be the case.

    I am thrilled that there are books like this one out there.

    To show the way of not only how the past is repeated in our present, but how to get out of the cycle….and that it will take the right kind of person wearing the label "Therapist".



  • I am Humbled By Art.

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    This quilt came to mind while reading this section from Annie G. Roger's book, "A Shining Affiction."  

    "Blue was the color of your mother?  Or comfort?" I nod.  He continues, "And then, the blue got poisoned, love got mixed with something nearly lethal to you." 

    Annie's therapist was reading her Art.

    When I see this quilt now, it will remind me of the recipe of abuse…"Love got mixed with something nearly lethal" to our soul.

    My Art quilts have been my way of releasing the nearly lethal something, getting rid of the parts of me that were not authentic.

    Below are my latest two quilts.  I love their energy, how alive, how intricately impossible they match.  The Art is unleashed and free to express…daring to be.

    Art healing doesn't lie.  Art healing shows the inner wellness, always.  My nature and nature, colors and design all working together…with ease.

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    Beach House Memories….And, Beach House Memories Too!

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    What I am completely pushed back by is the way energy is sewed up in my quilts, how the unconscious small wounded part of me was still able to speak…in color and design.

    I am humbled by Art.

  • My Truth was Welcomed In.

    As I sit back and ponder my Keynote at Dial Help's Gala, I recall telling Tom Rosemurgy, that I always felt safer when he was there.  It even struck me as odd, for I was mingling and thoroughly enjoying myself, so where did the "unsafe" feeling come from.

    It occurred to me while taking my sheets off the line, that what he does is he upholds my truth with me.  He carries it, he believes me.  He, the Law Man.

    I felt so safe with Tom and the Dial Help girls and even with the Audience.  Safe meaning my truth about my history was honored.

    When I feel that with these kind folks, it makes me understand what "hostile" means.

    It means NOT believing in me…

    I know that some of my family reads this blog, and they would dispute my claims, that they don't believe me…or my story.  For they would say they do.

    Yet the sole reason, I physically as well as emotionally have put distance between us IS their reaction to my truth.

    While they were retaining a family, I was tearing it down exposing the abuse.

    This is the parting of ways.

    Their focus is and has been on keeping the family unit.  Which then leaves me standing there with my abuse showing and them paying more attention to keeping a family, than looking at how it affected me.

    What I felt on August 9th, as I moved around the atrium with My Lady quilts fully displayed, were folks who seen me.

    Their first agenda or words to me were not why I wasn't with my parents etc.

    They were extremely attentive to the journey an abused person travels in order to regain their power.

    My speech will not win ribbons, but what I love, Love, LOVE is that I did it.

    I stood up and gave it my best first shot.

    Against the family grain, I did what they don't want me to do.  Focus on Abuse and speak of estrangement.

    I am not even certain, they realize that I am estranged…due to their lack of being with my truth and not with the family.  I have felt that they hold me entirely responsible for my poor choice of keeping away from family members, functions and exiting relationships.

    How many folks would stay with someone who required you to keep your truth away.

    I just read today in a book titled, "A Shining Affliction- A story of Harm and Healing in Psychotherapy" by Annie Rogers….

    "I feel we're not talking about me – as I know myself."  She does not respond.  I go on. "When I say something really important to me, it doesn't seem to matter to you."  As I speak, her face is closed.  My words go out into the air and dissolve, as if I've said nothing – or worse, they hang in the room as if I've said the wrong thing.  I keep trying, as if I can find something that will interest Melanie and compel a response.  Then I give up, and we sit in silence again."  

     This is fairly close to the reaction my family has given me…What a great paragraph to depict why we feel the hostility.  There is no welcoming of our truths.

    Here is a picture of Tom…that I love.  He never, not ever, closed his face and let my truth hang in the room as if I had said something wrong. He is a gift to all victims who find the courage to speak up.  And he passed me on to An-Gel, who also accepted me completely.  The ease we have with each other is priceless.  They help carry my truth.  

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    And here is one of my new friend Barbara Rose. We felt an immediate connection.  I feel humble by her hearing me.  Sitting with my buddy Kirsten Menigoz, who when we met felt a strong immediate comfortableness…old souls reunited.   

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    Imagine what a fine reception for my truth!  A beautiful venue…and even Live music of Melissa Davis.

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    Thanks Melissa…it added a wonderful lively touch.

    Here I am in my speech talking about loving my lady, even without hair and standing like this.

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    I love my open stance, strong and sure.

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    And I love this one of the three of us. These two ladies are working hard to help victims…and I have now joined their team.  

    It certainly was a night to remember…a place that honored my truth….stood in reverence of my quilts…I was completely at home there, for my truth was welcomed in.

    Thanks to all the Dial Help Team, Tom and the community!  I am humbled by it all. 

  • Head Held High, Being Me.

    I wonder what the Guest Speaker will say tomorrow evening at the Dial Help Gala?  I wonder what parts of her 7 1/2 year journey out of dysfunction will come to mind? What would the donors who support Dial Help most want to know?  How often does an event such as this have the opportunity to hear a victim share their story…and what parts would be the most helpful to the community at large?  

    I have begun many speeches in my head and when I recognize the lack of an audience, it fizzles out.  

    What I know is that I can't prepare more than I already have, that trying to know before I am standing there is impossible.  If I can focus on who I am talking to, I will know what to say.  

    I have designated myself, as the unofficial voice of the victim…and I feel that the oppressive silence needs to be broken, and I am the one who is cracking a chip into the wall of shame or fear that holds others back.

    I want to put a normal face on sexual abuse victims.  Maybe even more than normal…a face of courage.  I want them to know about our journey and what we are up against and what would be helpful to us.

    I want them to hear how keeping silent about abuse locks you into the land of no truths.

    I want to stand tall, strong, confident and articulate as me.

    It isn't about what I wear, how my haircut makes me look so put together, but rather can I express adequately how abuse changes who you are and then how claiming your truth flips you back to who you were meant to be.

    What most victims yearn for is a hearing ear….I will have 100 or so listening to me.  

    A message was sent to me today that said,  "I am very proud you are a crusader for victims of abuse.  You are using your energy for a worthy cause."  This is from someone I have not had contact with for many years.

    In my response back I found this. 

    "You have no reason to feel nothing but proud of me. I am proud of me.  I have walked great distances inside of me to get here.  I have done nothing I am ashamed of."  

    I own this to the depth of my being.  I am proud and not ashamed of being me.
    I own this!

    What I thought of the other day, was about the day I stood pumping gas in my mail car, knowing I had to enter into the gas station.  And at the table there were the locals who knew me, and had just been informed by my husband, that the sick man who was arrested for CSC in the paper was my father.  I had to straighten up my back, reach up my neck, take a deep breath and hold my head up…even when the greatest pull was to crawl away and hide.  Looking towards the morning sky that day I vowed to myself, "This will not define Me!"  

    I knew that I had to find a Me besides the one who was left fully exposed, whose dirty underwear was in the paper for all to see.  I had to find a way to rescue me.
    I had no experience or knowing HOW I was going to do this.  But, I felt that my father would not steal one more moment of my life.  That I would not be a coward in fear.  Nor would his reputation be mine to carry.

    I believe that I have reached the point where I am now fully claiming that right. That in the local paper there will be the daughter of the sick man….standing up and telling her story…PROUD of who she is.  
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    I don't know what I will say, but I know that they will get to see the victim behind the headlines…standing tall, head held high, being Me.

     

     

  • Bond of Our Whole Truth.

    "Trauma into Truth – Gutsy Healing and Why It's Worth It" By Rythea Lee

    This book is small but packed full of affirmations for my journey…and she sees what I see, feels what I have felt…makes me feel normal through her sharing of her own experiences.

    She answers the question, "Who are your witnesses?"

    "I found an enlightened witness when I was most unnerved. She looked quite normal but she had this unusual capacity to let me unravel.  I came apart somewhat dramatically and it was almost as if she smiled because she knew I was coming together. But she didn't smile, she made a space so large and quiet that when she spoke, it reverberated into my suspicion.  She was unafraid and that was a gift."

    "It has become clear to me through the years that anyone can become a therapist. Anyone can go to graduate school, graduate with a degree, obtain a license, and saddle up with top-notch theories. Anyone can charge a bundle, sit on a wicker chair and look interested.  I've met some of these anyones."

    "My first official therapist assisted me in retrieving a repressed memory, rallied me through the grueling process of naming the face of my tormentor, and then announced that she didn't believe me. After devastating consequences, I came to learn that she did this with her clients as a regular practice. How lovely!"

    "I swore off therapy for life but then in desperation began interviewing professionals like a mad woman.  The process of asking questions and screening down the finalists lead me to a single question posed to each candidate, "Have you done your own healing?"  Out of the large number of therapists, one woman told me then and there that a healer cannot heal unless she has healed herself first.  Over many years of rock solid support, she proved to me how true that statement was."  Rythea

     

    My initial gut instinct as to be wary, very wary okay downright suspicious of therapists.  I intuitively understood that if they hadn't traveled via experience into their own childhoods searching for the truth, how in the world could they help me with mine.  

    It didn't mean that they had to walk my same journey, but that they had to have walked theirs.  Book learning doesn't equal experience.  

    Reading about betrayal, pain, or suffering, certainly doesn't equate with being a first hand learner of it. And it isn't so much experiencing or feeling the expressions of emotions, but then how did you right your world?  How did you free yourself from the grips of dysfunction?  How were you able to be a separated being?

    What we do need is someone who can let us unravel without them being afraid…knowing we are not falling apart and breaking, but that we are "coming together"…and willing to witness and let us be our truth, no matter what it is.


    Under the question "What if I don't want to remember what it was like to be a child?", she writes.

    "You were a baby, you were a toddler, you were a young child, a teenager a budding adult.  On a physiological level you remember it all.  Each moment is stored somewhere in your brain, every cough, whisper, and breath, whether you consciously remember it or not."

    "Sometimes I look at a friend or client and see the little girl or boy they once were.  Their laugh, facial expression, or gesture has distinct childish qualities that are unmistakable.  Even a person's voice can change from responsible adult to a higher pitched tone and there it is, that innocence."

    "Alice Miller is one of my heroes.  She has written prolifically on the subject of child abuse and how it gets passed down from one generation to the next through cultural and familial denial.  She asserts that any individual who has not spent time unearthing the child they once were, coming to understand what it was like to be defenseless and vulnerable, will pass unresolved remembrances onto their children or loved ones.  She has made it her life's work to prove that this is so."

    "They did the best they could" is a phrase people use to dismiss the betrayals, abandonment, and violations they suffered.  They do not want to go back and feel the raw emotion from the past.  They believe it is easier to forget.  But if you take a good look at someone's life, someone who doesn't want to look into their past, you can usually see the consequences of that choice.  They are usually running scared, sprinting as fast as they can from what is screaming the loudest."  Rythea Lee


    I love that we both agree with Alice Miller a very controversial therapist of her time and I believe she still is so today.  I too feel that this is my life's work, to share what I can about the pathology of abuse, how the patterns and legacy are repeated out of not dealing with the truth of YOUR parents.  If you can't see them in their true light, you will never begin to heal from the abuse.  

    Whether you agree with Alice Miller or Rythea Lee, reality has proven these two women to be correct.  Our society at large is paying the consequences of therapy practices that don't demand going back and feeling the truth of our childhoods. 

    By eliminating this one very crucial step, we have the repetition of our parents lives being played out…due not only to familial denial, cultural denial but that our therapist may be taught lots of theories in books, but are not made to travel back and heal their own childhoods.

    Perhaps our planet would be better served if the prerequisite for being a therapist was to have corrected your familial denial.  For, how can you possibly expect another to do what you haven't done, OR help them to get where you haven't been?

    I love that I am in good company, that these two women are echoing my sentiments…and that we are not in the majority, but the minority. It truly is the path least traveled…and the one that can stop the legacy from dripping into the generations beneath us.  We are the only ones who can stop the dysfunctional pattern of our parents from bleeding on to our children.  

    When asked if Rythea was healed, she answered this way.

    "Yes, I am.  My history no longer dictates how I live my life or how I feel about myself." I smiled because some evolved part of me had answered the question."

    "I still hurt, I still struggle, I still have inner mulch to make art about (relationships, politics, potato chips), but now there is a place I tap into that is absolutely independent of my wounds and sufferings.  The process of coming to full-bodied grips with my past has tipped the scales from unconscious reactions to a reality that moves from a deeper unscarred knowing. This is my evidence that there is rhyme and reason to dismantling our false beliefs, getting to the bottom of our self blame." Rythea

    Perhaps healing is having two places within you…the wound and the space where you can now react to life, instead of being in the swirling patterns of a dysfunctional legacy.

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    We can't take the wound out of us, but we can learn to live life consciously creating a new pattern.

    A pattern called truth.  

    Where our mind, body and soul are all joined together by the strong bond; our whole truth.

     

  • Mini Vacation

    I am on a three day weekend, a mini vacation. I wanted to do relaxing fun things for at least two of my three days.  I spent my first day with my daughter, we seen an Art Show and shopped…had lunch.  It was nice to spend time with her.  I didn't take any pictures of our day together…it was a day of ease.

    Yesterday I drove to visit a friend…a few surprises awaited me.  And I did pull out my camera…

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    Here is her inviting deck…an outdoor room.  A bright spot added to her home.


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    And I spotted these rocks around her flower garden…painted by her and her twin daughters. She had told me they were into painting rocks and had sold some while camping.  LIVE LOUD is a favorite.  Art and inspiring.

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    And here are her laying hens cooling in the shade. Well, her husband's.  They love to eat flowers and are still too young to lay eggs.  In the fall she will have fresh eggs.

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    We then drove a few miles and arrived at Lake Superior…

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    A picture perfect beach…

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    Prepared to spend the afternoon.  Just relax and enjoy!  Soaking up Nature.

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    We had company at our spot later in the day…her daughters, a cousin and friend. Always amazed at how empty this beautiful sandy beach is…like a private island paradise. 

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    Nature's gifts for us to enjoy…and we did.  

    Days of family, friends, Art and Nature…life.

  • My Lady and I….the book.

    Below is the link to ordering my book.  It is a bit expensive, but it is a table top book, an book of Art…a Memoir.  Which I heard today from Cherly Strayed, it is writing about the meaning behind your experience.  I am very pleased both with my experiene, the meanings I have received and the book.  

    http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/invited/2804976/a22d6e53844eba296736d3f014cde2752024100b

  • Courage and Bravery.

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    "Courage and Bravery" is the title of this quilt.  It spent the winter in Ed Gray's Gallery in Calumet.  When I dropped off a new bunch of quilts, I saw this and was so happy to see her again. I will hang her with the story line quilts.

    The description I had written was "There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in her authenticity, a woman who has braved her own truths with courage."

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    My daughter Hannah took these pictures, she has an eye that matches Art.  She naturally is able to know the right angle and how much of the background is needed to make my quilts shine. I am very grateful that she is willing to use her gifts with me.

    We also needed one of me for my book…so impulsively, without any artful preperations, I posed for her.   Here I am in my natural best.  IMG_8284

    It does complete my book to have a picture of the woman who created the Lady.