Mine is not a star, and I am not sure which, I am sure of its existence (as sure as I am that we all have some such connection that speaks to us if only we can pay attention). I am sure because it makes sense to me when I read of your thread- this became that and then she became this and then I saw that and on and on. Right, this is how it is working all the time, only it gets buried under all the lists and logistics and drama of our daily lives. I think I know which artist you speak of, she of the star; I played your story in my head with her face and hands taking the role. I too saw the documentary, but I had known of her before. Which is relevant because shortly after the film came out, I was standing in a bathroom at a theater in NYC, washing my hands. I saw the hands next to me and felt that Whoosh (probably literally the blood whooshing through my veins, as my adrenaline spiked); It’s her! My gaze followed the line of her arms up to her face and hair. I turned and asked her name, in the polite/honorable way, “Ms. S? I love your work so much. I just saw the film.” “Oh yes, everyone recognizes me now,” she replied, not bothered, really, but not interested. And why should she be? One persons’s Whoosh is not another’s, even if ignited by the other’s presence. She is a master of symbols, of the other place, of the other way of being.
This makes me think of how we call celebrities “stars” and how we imagine them far away from us, someone we literally look up to, which can be helpful for direction—but in actuality we are all here together sharing a timescape, our lifetime, perhaps closer to one another than we realize. We are all stars in a celestial relationship. 🌟
I love the question, “What reminds you of you?” Last night, sitting at dinner with old childhood friends, who are near and dear to me, I was reminded of that feeling of being out of sync. Not in a bad way. You know when everyone is nodding and saying me too, oh I know, me too and you are still and silent? Because we are now in this middle place as women of a certain age, they are experiencing the transition/change/pressures in a certain way. I feel this shift too, me too yes me too, and I am on my belly, crawling through it, saying, this is the next part, in which we get to begin again, but this time as women, not girls, not children. What reminds me of me is when we enter the place where things don’t make sense right away, when the line is broken and the pieces feel free to change their shape; this is the place where I realize I am at home in this unknowing, even as I grieve and struggle and climb and fall. It reminds me of me when the answer comes in pieces, in colors, in ways of moving, is hard to quantify but is certainly experienced.
Yes, me too, me too! Such beautiful insights…I love that an answer in pieces reminds you of you! The colors, the tumbling movements…I love entering this place as women together. 🌟 It’s wonderful to remember yourself in what you love and even more wonderful to name that…this year I have heard from two separate women artists that they feel themselves falling in love with themselves and they are almost giddy with joy…the more I recognize myself in what I love and welcome that the more I feel this way too…may we find our way home this way…🌟❤️
I am reminded of how you always started your emails from Instar with this reminder that we all come from Stardust, something I truly feel and need to be reminded of it often. I gobbled up this story of yours this AM. I too am obsessed with the star card, as I picked it two weeks ago and don’t want to pick another one. I have been placing it next me when I’m doing my morning rituals, when I’m at my desk painting and next to my bed. I feel it truly describes my essence and is my guide. I have sketched her a few times and was trying to fit her into a recent painting, which didn’t work out. But I plan on painting my own Star card to have on my wall. Since high school the star has been my symbol. I would make necklaces for myself and BF - I still have one. I loved the guiding trail of your recent journey back to the star card. I remember keeping that beautiful painting image by Kiki from your newsletter. Submerging myself into symbolism and reading between the lines of everyday life with Tarot and Astrology and synchronistic signs has been my focus this past year. For me the magic expands and brightens my life and artistic process. ✨⭐️🌟💫🤩🌠🌌
Oh! Thank you for the reminder of how I addressed my Instar readers—I will resume acknowledging you, Starlight🌟 I love knowing how our two paths continue to run as parallel streams—you studying Tarot along my study—you being guided by the Star…it makes sense. She’s calling our trust forward, our trust in our authentic creative expression and encouragement of our willingness to share creatively…thank you for being someone who sparkles. I love being in a galaxy of wonder with you.
Mine is not a star, and I am not sure which, I am sure of its existence (as sure as I am that we all have some such connection that speaks to us if only we can pay attention). I am sure because it makes sense to me when I read of your thread- this became that and then she became this and then I saw that and on and on. Right, this is how it is working all the time, only it gets buried under all the lists and logistics and drama of our daily lives. I think I know which artist you speak of, she of the star; I played your story in my head with her face and hands taking the role. I too saw the documentary, but I had known of her before. Which is relevant because shortly after the film came out, I was standing in a bathroom at a theater in NYC, washing my hands. I saw the hands next to me and felt that Whoosh (probably literally the blood whooshing through my veins, as my adrenaline spiked); It’s her! My gaze followed the line of her arms up to her face and hair. I turned and asked her name, in the polite/honorable way, “Ms. S? I love your work so much. I just saw the film.” “Oh yes, everyone recognizes me now,” she replied, not bothered, really, but not interested. And why should she be? One persons’s Whoosh is not another’s, even if ignited by the other’s presence. She is a master of symbols, of the other place, of the other way of being.
This makes me think of how we call celebrities “stars” and how we imagine them far away from us, someone we literally look up to, which can be helpful for direction—but in actuality we are all here together sharing a timescape, our lifetime, perhaps closer to one another than we realize. We are all stars in a celestial relationship. 🌟
I love the question, “What reminds you of you?” Last night, sitting at dinner with old childhood friends, who are near and dear to me, I was reminded of that feeling of being out of sync. Not in a bad way. You know when everyone is nodding and saying me too, oh I know, me too and you are still and silent? Because we are now in this middle place as women of a certain age, they are experiencing the transition/change/pressures in a certain way. I feel this shift too, me too yes me too, and I am on my belly, crawling through it, saying, this is the next part, in which we get to begin again, but this time as women, not girls, not children. What reminds me of me is when we enter the place where things don’t make sense right away, when the line is broken and the pieces feel free to change their shape; this is the place where I realize I am at home in this unknowing, even as I grieve and struggle and climb and fall. It reminds me of me when the answer comes in pieces, in colors, in ways of moving, is hard to quantify but is certainly experienced.
Yes, me too, me too! Such beautiful insights…I love that an answer in pieces reminds you of you! The colors, the tumbling movements…I love entering this place as women together. 🌟 It’s wonderful to remember yourself in what you love and even more wonderful to name that…this year I have heard from two separate women artists that they feel themselves falling in love with themselves and they are almost giddy with joy…the more I recognize myself in what I love and welcome that the more I feel this way too…may we find our way home this way…🌟❤️
Dear Starlight!
I am reminded of how you always started your emails from Instar with this reminder that we all come from Stardust, something I truly feel and need to be reminded of it often. I gobbled up this story of yours this AM. I too am obsessed with the star card, as I picked it two weeks ago and don’t want to pick another one. I have been placing it next me when I’m doing my morning rituals, when I’m at my desk painting and next to my bed. I feel it truly describes my essence and is my guide. I have sketched her a few times and was trying to fit her into a recent painting, which didn’t work out. But I plan on painting my own Star card to have on my wall. Since high school the star has been my symbol. I would make necklaces for myself and BF - I still have one. I loved the guiding trail of your recent journey back to the star card. I remember keeping that beautiful painting image by Kiki from your newsletter. Submerging myself into symbolism and reading between the lines of everyday life with Tarot and Astrology and synchronistic signs has been my focus this past year. For me the magic expands and brightens my life and artistic process. ✨⭐️🌟💫🤩🌠🌌
Oh! Thank you for the reminder of how I addressed my Instar readers—I will resume acknowledging you, Starlight🌟 I love knowing how our two paths continue to run as parallel streams—you studying Tarot along my study—you being guided by the Star…it makes sense. She’s calling our trust forward, our trust in our authentic creative expression and encouragement of our willingness to share creatively…thank you for being someone who sparkles. I love being in a galaxy of wonder with you.