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Do you feel like you’re on a spiritual adventure? Well, I know I am. For the past 13 months, I’ve been on a journey without a map, GPS, guide or agenda. Just the opportunity to listen to my intuition.

Today, I’m excited to share the latest phase of my spiritual adventure, which is about painting and being in an art show. It’s an experience brimming with colorful learning, fun, and unexpected rewards.

How My Adventure Began

If you’re new to my podcast, welcome! For those who’ve been with me for a while, you might remember me talking about embarking on a spiritual adventure last summer. It all started when I did some Celtic shaman meditations and met Merlin. He said I was starting a spiritual adventure that had no goal, map, or guide.

I was told the only goal was to just go and see what happens. I had no control, no destination—just pure, uncharted exploration. Initially, this terrified me because, well, who likes to not have control?

Fast forward to this summer, and my latest escapade. For the first time in my life, I participated in an art show hung in a community gallery. Painting and creating art for the first time in years has taken me out of my comfort zone and added a true zest to August.

A Nudge to Try Something New

My involvement in the art show began unexpectedly. I decided to check out an artist group in my town. To be very honest, I got annoyed right from the start. The group’s leader, Elizabeth, suggested contacting her by phone on the website. But when you call, her message explains that she never picks up her message. AKA – don’t leave me one because I won’t listen to it.

Then at this first meeting, the director talked for 45 minutes while chewing gum. Boring! Yet, for some reason I persevered and decided to give it a chance. This seemingly small decision actually gave me the chance to get to know Elizabeth. Turns out she’s an incredible person with a rich history of service and progressive thinking.

Elizabeth was a social worker in the ‘70s, dealing with sensitive cases and later even pioneering shelters for abused women and children. Her stories were fascinating, her spirit indomitable. Soon, this woman who had initially annoyed me became an inspiring friend.

Painting Up a Storm

Elizabeth was organizing an art show celebrating our town’s historical beach amusement park, and she asked me to help her. She needed filler paintings of beach scenes, amusement park visuals, and more. Despite my apprehension, I dove in, painting everything from starfish to popcorn. What started as a nerve-wracking endeavor grew into a gratifying creative outlet.

I texted paintings to friends as I finished them to get feedback. To my surprise, my friend, Linda, wanted to buy my f