The Pinwheel Girl is Nude! Why is that?

Anatomy of a Pinwheel Girl Oftentimes I am asked why is the Pinwheel Girl nude and why doesn’t she have breasts? Where are her hands? Feet? Does she have a face? Despite some absent features, her anatomy is very recognizable and simple. You know instantly when you see her that she is female but there is a lot of symbolism to her form. When I created her, much of her outcome was serendipitous. It wasn’t until I started really pondering her detail and lack of detail that I realized how much was there in the void. if you feel like you... [Read more]

Get Empowered for the New Year…Set Your Intentions Visually

It’s the first day of a new year and of a new decade.  I’ve been waiting for this day for months! January 1st has traditionally been a day to officially begin anew by giving ourselves a fresh start. Dissatisfied for decades with watching football games and taking down Christmas decorations on this most auspicious day, I decided that this year would be different.  It would be meaningful. Purposeful and deeply satisfying. And, you know…spiritual.   I began around midday with a candle lighting while listening to some of my... [Read more]

Mexican Pinwheels: Symbol of Happiness

I recently had the great pleasure and honor to meet a professional pinwheel maker.  I have never met a pinwheel maker before. Have you? Lorenzo has been making pinwheels by hand for the last 34 years, along with his pa, in the coastal city of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. He sells the pinwheels, along with balloons, from a simple stand on the malecon (the Boardwalk) overlooking Banderas Bay. His pinwheel stand is colorful and alluring. You can’t miss it–all the colors swirling and twirling is quite mesmerizing and attractive! the Spanish... [Read more]

After Divorce A Little Bird Told Me: Encourage One Another

Encourage one another and build each other up. Recently I had the occasion to witness both a tragic yet uplifting example of this Bible verse from I Thessalonians in action right outside the front door of my ex-husband’s home.  I had escorted him to the hospital earlier that morning and had just dropped him off at home following minor out-patient surgery. En route to the house, from the driveway, we heard and then saw a delicate, tiny baby robin squawking in the grass under a crabapple tree. Its beak was wide open begging for food, one... [Read more]