First week of my sketch challenge

So, I’ve now done a week of my personal June challenge – sketch each day.  The format is small, just 10×10 cm, and is done in pencil – and quick. These are five minute sketches, at most.

Day 1:

Day2:

Day 3:

Day 4:

Day 5:

Day 6:

Day 7:

So far the verdict is that this is incredibly fun, and the biggest problem I have is stopping at three – and making sure I stay in the quick sketch format. Which is a bit tricky, because I don’t draw on single pages, it’s a bloc with 250 sheets. But it’s good exercise. The whole point was to pick up a pencil again, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m also learning to say that it’s good enough. And they are, really. I’m not aiming for Munch here (though he too had a lot of quick sketches, some definitely not so good).

I’ve been playing a bit with words that are similar in Norwegian and English, and I am reacting to what goes on around me and in the world. Today has been a very wet day, for instance.

On to week two! And, if anybody wants to see the daily updates, they can be found on instagram, @windingsorensen 

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Sketching challenge

Yesterday I was listening to an interview with Caroline Myss on YouTube, and when I listen to webinars/interviews/some such thing, I need something mindless to occupy me to keep my body from fidgeting. I’ve been knitting a lot while listening, but the shawl I’m knitting right now demands too much as I haven’t landed the pattern yet. And so I’ve been playing patience, which is fun but frustratingly unproductive and usually shows how much pain I’m in, more than anything else. Grabbing a deck of cards is a good way to distract myself from pain, as I don’t need to think. So I decided to grab my mini bloc of sketching paper. I used to draw constantly, but after my MS forced me from art/design school I found it very hard to pick up a pencil again. Or a brush or chalk or whatever. On one hand, my creativity is inextricably linked to who I am, and as far as I am able to discern I have more than one archetype linked to creativity. On the other hand, pursuing creativity as a career produced so much stress that I became horrendously ill, and I exited my dream education by way of a 2 1/2 week stay in hospital. Somehow that experience made a link in my subconscious between being creative and becoming seriously sick. Fast forward 21 years, I am now a mum with two kids that are growing up beautifully, and I have done a lot of inner work to clear all these crap links. Because, far from becoming ill by being creative, the opposite is true. If I don’t create, I become ill. And I yearn to get back to drawing and to develop as an artist. With parenting being less time consuming – babies and toddlers eat you whole, teens not so much – I think it’s time to seriously pursue my creativity again. Which brings me back to the beginning of this post, listening to Caroline Myss. Instead of grabbing the deck of cards I grabbed my miniature Grand Bloc. 10×10 cm. Perfect size for non-threatening sketching. 

She was talking about grace, and the need to embody this, so I drew the word and added some hears and naïve flowers. 

Then the theme became destiny, and I drew that word. 

And that was it. Yesterday, that is. This morning I sat down and decided I needed to find more words to draw, so I drew “vennlig” which is Norwegian for friendly.

No more words yet, because I realised I needed to challenge myself. I need to draw at least one word daily, but preferably more. Will five be to many? Maybe I should settle for three? And maybe I should also grab a pen and ink the outlines before colouring. Who knows. Anyway, the thing is, that being as rusty as I am I have to make sure I allow myself time to build up my stamina. So maybe only one to three drawings a day. Quick pencil sketch only. So, as we’re on the last day of May, let this be my goal for June. Daily doodles of a word or phrase. And posting to instagram @windingsorensen daily, with weekly updates here. That should be doable, though my belly tells me it’s not so sure. Fingers crossed! Wish me luck, and if you have a word or (short) phrase you’d like me to work with, feel free to add it to the comments.

LDN

In November I started LDN, or Low Dose Naltrexone. It’s an opiate antagonist, it blocks the cells’ opiate receptors, and is used in very low doses to treat auto immune diseases like MS, which is my reason for taking it. The idea is that by blocking the opiate receptors the cells think there are no endorphines circulating and ask for increased production. This means you up your endorphin levels, which again is said to help regulate the immune system. 

I got a tremendous boost when I started, suddenly I had the energy need to tidy a horrendous mess in the basement, for instance. It was brilliant, and we all looked forward to the completion of loads of projects around here. Hah! After two weeks the fun was over and I got an increase in MS symptoms instead. More numbness, to the degree that I am not sure where my right leg is or what it does anymore. So, you’d think that I could just stop taking LDN, after all it doesn’t work? Well, that’s not so easy. I forgot my LDN one night, and let me tell you – both the next day and the following were a total, complete, living nightmare. Absolutely hellish. I feel trapped between a rock and a hard place. 

Cue internet research. Finally I found a forum where this was discussed – the rare few who have an adverse reaction to LDN. According to the good doctor (who has since died, unfortunately), patients with an adverse reaction have Candida overgrowth, but when this is treated they respond well to LDN. Long story short, I have had two weeks with 100 mg Diflucan (not the treatment suggested), but has it helped? Nope. Drat, drat, drat. And my holistic GP who prescribed the LDN does not feel that more medication is the way to go. Not even the treatment suggested. Now, I don’t hanker for medication per se – but I’d love to feel better! Those first days were amazing, but is that all I’m going to get? If anybody has any experience in this or has some research papers I should read – don’t hesitate to tell me! 

Papercuts

I guess most of us have made some versions of these over the years – at least in school. In my family we didn’t use standard paper, we used tissue paper instead. Cutting in the beggining of December, unfolding the “snowflakes” and leaving them in a big book to be pressed for a week or two, then gluing them to the window. Where they’d stay a month or two, until they would be washed off. It’s been a rather lovely art-in-the-moment. I’ve enjoyed cutting these, and I found quite early I had a talent for making these. Over the years I’ve made quite a few – and have sent them to both friends and family all over. The only problem being that I got complaints – how  can I save these? I don’t want to destroy them! Too bad, I said, that’s just the nature of these. They’re very temporary art. Eventually my sweet hubby had had enough of these complaints and bought a laminator. So now I’m cutting, finger-pressing open, then ironing them to remove the creases as much as possible before I laminate them. Then I cut them out free-hand. And finally I punch holes and link them together or add beads and make ornaments – though the latter I only do with the small ones.

I really enjoy making heads, there’s always been princes and princesses on my mum’s windows for christmas. This is a smallish one, 13 cm Ø.

Every year I end up with a new design, this leafy flower is this year’s.

Now all I need to do is to find out how to set up shop, because there is a limit to how many we – or mum – need.

Finally a finished project

Actually, it’s two. One scarf and one blanket, both knitted, both for my daughter. She picked out the colours for the scarf, so she knew about that one, but the blanket was a surprise for her 18th birthday. It was knit as two halves, to get identical ends, and masked together in the middle.

Masking in progress

It becomes pretty invisible, here all that’s left is to remove the wires holding the masks.

The final blanket is about 2m long, enough to cover the recipient.

The scarf is 1.8 m long, and so soft! No wonder, as it’s alpaca wool. I might just have to make more…

A new Robert Moss course

So I’ve finished my Quantum Dreaming course, and I’ve had some experiences that have … pointed some things out to me. Like what to do. Not that I came to a complete understanding of why it is that I am here on Mother Earth, apart from what I already knew, or “knew” as it is more of an understanding. You know, that we’re here to promote love and understanding between people, that love is the only true thing and fear is a weapon wielded by those who live in fear themselves, because it gives them a feeling of power. The second to last class we did a journey to the library of the house of time. When I entered I heard my name called from all over the place, and as I wondered out loud who I was going to talk to, a voice behind me sad “Me.” I whirled around, and there was a Sufi in full garb. He started twirling, and motioned for me to do the same. My skirt grew to a radius of about 4 meters and eventually it was filled with people who had died a traumatic death, and I knew – KNEW – beyond doubt that I was to help them release the trauma of their deaths so they could move on. It is mind boggling when stuff like this happens, and I immediately begin to question myself. I have not had that habit beaten out of me yet, but maybe one day I’ll just accept what I’m told?

Anyway, I wrote about this on the course homepage and Robert replied that the Sufi headdress, that long almost sylindrical hat, is a tombstone symbol. Well, duh. Now I know why these people appeard when the Sufi instructed me. So I signed up to Robert’s next class, Shamanic Approaches to Death, Dying and the Afterlife, you can find some info here, if you’re interested. If anyone wants to know more about it, he’s doing a Q&A call tomorrow, 22. September at 12:00 pm Pacific.

In preparation for the new course I have (of course) grabbed some books:

• Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian L.Weiss
• Consciousness Beyond Life by Dr. Pim Van Lommel
• The Wisdom Of Near-Death Experiences by Dr. Penny Sartori
• Awakening to the Spirit World by Sandra Ingerman and Hank Wesselman

These come in addition to Robert Moss’s The Dreamer’s book of the Dead (and all the other Robert Moss books that I have), and a handful of other books on life between lives, reincarnation and NDE’s. I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised all these dead people ended up on my skirt. That’s not why I started buying these books, I started because I needed to understand my own weird experiences – which I now know are not that weird after all. It’s just that we don’t talk about them here in the west. I haven’t had a literal NDE, as Ive never been close to death, but I have had mystic experiences and they are very similar. So I’m looking forward to see where this new course brings me.

PS – none of the links are affiliate links, there’s just there for you to enjoy and get a quick look at what I’m writing about.

Cheers!

Berte

Traction therapy is a nifty thing

About 10 months ago I started having problems with my right arm. I got a frozen shoulder, and an increasing numbness in my little and ring finger. Eventually the frozen shoulder healed, but the numbness increased. By April I also had severe pain in the meaty part of my underarm, and I, who was once nicknamed “the mother of power” suddenly couldn’t lift anything. By then I had discovered that I have a prolapsed disc in my neck, which push on the spinal cord, but which the docs would rather not operate. Fine with me, those operations are often not a success. Eventually I found a neuro-chiropractor who came highly recommended. Unfortunately it didn’t help my arm, though the lower 2/3 of my spine became way more flexible, so yay for that. I was then sent to a colleague who passed me on to a physiotherapist, and this guy is my new favourite. He’s doing traction therapy, which essentially means that my head is strapped into a harness, and as I’m lying on a massage table I’m hooked up to a machine which pulls at my head. And it helps! It really does work. It takes time, but there’s a noticeable change. Woot! I wonder how my arm will feel by Christmas. Hopefully it will be back to normal…