how to be ok in the midst of change…

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1.) take any opportunity to laugh.

2.) consider saying yes to things you would normally say no too.

3.) consider saying no when something does not sit right.

4.) take pleasure in the ridiculous.

5.) be specific about what you want and need.

6.) start with small changes. move a piece of furniture around. do something out of order. give something away that you don’t need anymore.

7.) don’t be afraid to make a big old mess.

8.) do stuff that makes you feel good.

9.) love is always around so reach for it~a pup on a rope waiting outside the market, a stranger that needs a smile, a daisy that needs picking..

10.) let it all hang out.

11.) do things with your whole heart even if you get burned. there is no loving or living halfway.

12.) take breaks from the pain. hang out with friends that are not scared to make a fool out of themselves. bring a video camera.

13.) host an art party. bring your guests wine and paint and pita bread on pretty platters under moonlight.

14.) let go of expectations of others. all of them. i mean it.

15.) look at intentions. people are usually good hearted, we are all just fucked up in our own way.

16.) ask, “what would love do?”

17.) don’t take yourself too seriously.

18.) invest in costumes: pink wigs, green cowgirl boots, body glitter and paper flower clips. these small things can do wonders.

19.) quit looking around at what everyone else is doing.

20.) know your core values. if you don’t know them, there is nothing to ground you.

21.) tap into your strength any way you can. its a practice.

22.) when people tell you who they are, listen carefully.

23.) on that same note. be open to forgiveness. go back to #15 when needed.

24.) be present.

25.) pay attention to those who give so effortlessly to your world.

26.) be thankful.

27.) don’t assume you know how the story will end.

28.) keep reading.

29.) keep loving.

30.) keep dancing.

31.) keep singing.

32.) keep asking.

tiptoeing in to admit…

mac

i have not been writing much
because i don’t even know where to start.

i have no idea where my camera charger is
or why my video files won’t transfer to my hard drive.

i owe about a dozen emails,
more than a few phone calls,
and should probably break out a brush one of
these mornings.

life can be some messy business sometimes,
and for a girl that likes to keep it neat that can
be a challenge.

i really want to start living my life like i teach my
art classes:

go outside the lines.
don’t judge anything until its finished.
move towards what feels right
rather than what feels easy.
make a mess.
don’t be afraid to get dirty.
experiment.
play.
use pain as a tool to create.

i never know what a painting or a story is going
be at the end….
i just let the source flow through me and wait for
the magic to happen.

really the only way i can create anything is to
turn off all the voices and outside influences so
that i can hear the message clearly.

for some reason i forget to do this in real life.
i fill minutes and weeks up with worry so i don’t
have to look at how i actually feel in the moment.

i am wondering what it feels like to be in the
mess while remaining safe and present.
i am thinking that perhaps i can learn to be okay
with not being okay.

having a sweet little world all carefully packaged
nice with matching bows seems awfully tempting,
but at what price does that gift come with?

i choose adventure this time around.
i choose stretching beyond what feels
comfortable.

i choose feeling uncomfortable going where
i want to be
verses feeling uncomfortable where i am at.

because really, either way,
i am going to be uncomfortable….

pssss…..

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i am featured over at the lovely wish studio today…
come say hi!

the art of receiving

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it is a craft, i believe, to truly receive.
am i right here?

i always have found it funny
that the worst receivers of all
are the ones who give the most.

maybe its because we give others
what we need most,
or are not ready to make ourselves
vulnerable quite yet…

but when the shit hits the fan
and you are crumbled and broken,
the best thing you can do for yourself
is open your heart.

the broken heart is full of grief
but it is also full of light if you can
allow yourself to ask for help.

help comes in so many different forms~

it can come in a sweet new hairdresser
who massages your head longer than necessary,
laughs at your ridiculous stories
and brings you almonds and white wine.

it can come in the body of an 8 year old little girl
who tells you you look like a movie star when
your skin is blotchy pink from salty tears and you have
not brushed your hair in a week.

it can come in a soft bed with clean sheets
with white roses artistically placed on a night table.

it can come with strangers you have never met
who want effortlessly help you market just because
they want to.

it can come in a mix tape,
a painted rock with your name on it,
a book with special marked pages
and a pink tutu petticoat and red cowgirl boots.

it can come in a velvet red journal
that holds all your secret poems
that you wrote with your soul sister that summer
when you both decided to write to each other
instead of boys who did not appreciate them.

these gifts can spill out
wash over you
heal your heart
pick up the pieces and replace
the tears with a loud belly laugh.

but the trick is you need to ask,
and then you need to allow
yourself to be seen in your most fragile state.

i think it is a pretty fair
trade off.

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there comes a moment
when saying the words are not enough,
and they start to become empty letters and pretty text,
because as many times as you have said them,
they have no shine when you are
continuing to play it safe and comfortable.

and when this happens,
there comes a day when your soul can hold
no more pain or secrets,
where the seams give out
the cracks finally break
and there you are unraveled in a sea of mess.

but what if the cracking was not your heart
but only a shell,
and the magic cottage was not a place
but a way of life.

what if the fairytale was really a folklore
filled with ancient wisdom that may take
you lifetimes to fully comprehend.

truth will find you in the end,
and it may not feel good and you may
not feel sexy,
but that is not its intention.

truth is not going to sugar coat it
or tell you what you want to hear.

but it will be your most loyal friend,
and it will stick with you no matter how
many times you tell it to get lost or go bother
someone who cares….

because despite it all,
truth has your best interests in mind.
it may come to you in a big black cloud,
a broken heart,
or a heavy disappointment…
and unfortunately this is something
out of our control.

so lets just sit quietly in the unknowing
for a little while together,
and stop pretending we know how the story ends.
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friendly reminder from the mermaids….

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the new class is going up tomorrow…
so the first mermaid warrior class must come down.

make sure you download everything!
if for any reason you are unable to get all material,
email me.
everything is saved.
so don’t fret now.

in a nutshell….

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The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crow of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

rumi

(thank you kim)

mermaid e-camp

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hi friends! above are our very own mini mermaids filming a class for the e-camp we are running this summer. there are a few discounted spots available…join now for a summer of messy fun! (there are also spaces available here.)

part of the inspiration for this project was the connections i have made here. so many strong, powerful, beautiful women i have met through this medium. its nice to be supported by other women without the fear of being judged or compared. this is something that (literally) took me years to connect too. women friendships are not always easy. and i don’t think a lot of us were raised to empower each other. this is a new era for women and power…i see it happening with all the women around me and it is inspiring.

my hope is to spread the lessons we have learned to the little girls. my motto is, “teach the class you needed at 10.” i feel like we can ALL do this in almost any area of our life that needs more light. we really can heal the world by healing ourselves.

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i am wanted to keep this e-camp smaller so the girls can get special attention and really feel a part of something big. they are free to email me or the girls participating in the videos with questions or comments. all emails will be answered through email, video, or mermaid postcards. they are also free to reach out after the class is over. this is an energy i want to keep moving!

the camp starts on monday, however, you can join until august 1st. you do not need to start on the exact day it begins…summers can be hectic and you can go at your own pace on this one.

please feel free to leave any questions here or email me at mccabe@dancingmermaid.com

also~the beautiful momma zen herself has one e-camp spot to giveaway over at her space today…go check it out!

loving the mess

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one of the things i try to inspire the most in my art classes is being messy. it is such a natural thing for a kid to want to get messy…and yet you would be surprised at how many of them resist it. they don’t want to get their hands dirty, or paint on their smocks or toes or noses. informing them that this will all wash off in the tub is not a comfort to everyone. it cracks me up.

it totally makes sense though. we are taught to keep things tidy and in order: stay in the lines. follow directions. make your bed. set the table correctly. life does need some kind of order to function properly, but it also needs a space to let loose in. where else can we put these feelings that don’t have neat little compartments yet?

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i have been closely examining my own messiness lately… the parts that don’t get expressed, that get pushed down deep in my belly until i have a tummy ache or an anxiety attack. like many kids, i was raised in the school of keep it all together and organized or all hell is gonna break loose. the mess symbolized havoc, chaos, and even weakness. make it look pretty on the outside and all will be well.

ah, but the body knows better. a friend recently shared a beautiful quote with me, “the body screams what the mouth won’t utter.” oh how i have learned this the hard way.

these past couple of weeks i have been allowing the mess to surface. it began with a little book of mixed media and poetry i started one afternoon. layer over layer i laid paint, words, photos, old postcards, movie ticket stubs, handwritten letters, anything interesting with meaning i could throw in the mix. i emptied my heart until the truth came spilling out. when there was nothing left to say the page was done, and i was ready to move onto the next page. my heart started to feel better. a shift was occurring.

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why does the mess need to be ugly? why does change have to mean pain? of course these feelings are part of the process…but the magic is also deeply weaved in this energy too. i have never felt more surrounded by magic in my life. its in the mess, wedged in between the truth and desire. it wants to BREATHE. have a life of its own. shake things up and rock your world. (no pun intended)

i have come to realize that this growth+messiness is necessary for me to continue the work that i do. how can i teach little girls to be in their power and be true to themselves if i am not doing the same? for my body to be in aliment with my core belief system and harmonious with the energy around me, i need to walk the walk not just talk the talk. you can’t teach what you are not practicing or it will not have the same magic.

i write this in hope of support and love from my dear readers…and also to reach out to anyone who may be going through some life changes themselves. there is power in numbers, and if anyone out there needs a little extra something something, please use this forum as a safe space to rest. i will hold your messiness ever so gently.

and they say romance is dead….

ilovemccabe

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it is not everyday that your tiny dinner host spells out your same in jasmine rice. what more could a girl want?