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The Tea of Truth…

The Tea of Truth…

Hi Moonbeam’s of Light and Magical Dust Matter that matter’s….

I asked the Universe the other night…”Hey Love…could you please tell me what you most want me to keep in my mind for 2015?”…and I got within two second’s…STAND YOUR GROUND AND LET YOUR COLOR’S FLOW!!….oh….o.k.

I needed confirmation from a human being on this( I felt the Universe tisktisk and put hand’s on hip’s, but hey, the Universe know’s that I have the odd self-belief issue here and there and often require a second opinion on the Earth Plane ) so I texted my friend Rose and said..Rose could you pull a card for me with the question in mind for me being…What do I need to keep in mind for 2015… Out of 72 card’s after ten minute’s she sent through a card that read…STAND YOUR GROUND IN THE TRUTH OF WHO YOU ARE.  oh…ok.  Thank you Rose, you may return to the garden my lovely friend.

Soooo….I made tea and took it outside and sipped at it under the night’s blue-black sky.

“So Trace…(yes that is me talking to myself out loud)…what do you think that is all about?”

I inhaled deeply and exhaled deeper.

‘Put ALL your color’s down upon your 44th canvass this year, tell The Story, tell The Truth, Be Bold, Be Love, Be!!.’

I smiled at my word’s spoken out loud (from myself, to myself, about myself).

My body felt electric and peaceful all at once….and that…

was the End to my Beginning….xxxxxx



THE hardest thing sometimes can be….starting. You have your creative idea come to you (love that moment) but then sometimes…THAT’S FRICKEN IT!…for a day or week or month or five.  Those muse-killing mean witches, This, That and Otherthing and their black cat Inertia keep appearing, throwing bats in your face and spraying you with smelly freeze-mist.
There really is no other solution…you have to fight them off or they will turn you into a statue and pigeons will poop on your head for eternity.
I know myself ( I am the Queen of Pro, Crasti and Nation) that settling to task can be easier said, but the feeling of relief once you get past the settling and have jumped the lilly-pad to doing…is one of the best feelings in the world for Creatives…you can breathe again…you are doing what you were born to do.
So many times I have painted something, worked on it for hours or days…then I have grabbed the biggest knarliest black permanent marker I can find and I have scribbled all over it, drawn a beard on a woman, or written ‘crapsh@#$!tmother*&^#’ all over the canvas. Sometimes I have taken the said canvas and put it in ‘The Mortuary’ – a closet for canvasses that died tragically during the creative process and unfortunately what I was creating at the time died too….conveniently…I mean…accidentally….R.I.P Lameo Attempto…
These random acts of defacing always manage to offend, anger and disturb those nearest and dearest to me….said people then try to do ridiculously inappropriate things like break into ‘The Mortuary’ and attempt to bring back the dead, then in the next breath…”How…why would you do thiiiiissss???” they exclaim shocked and wide-eyed. I just stare back cold-heartedly.  Eventually they catch my drift and back away usually whispering “murderer”…or the like.  Yeaah…they dont get it…I mean it’s gorgeous that THEY can see the potential in it, but at some point ‘I’ decided it was….a short-circuiting piece of not-today-thankyou.
It is however important to honour your initial Universe-given idea by supporting it until it is made-manifest…eventually anyway. Again, going back to that moment that the idea first made itself known to you and you were so delighted that it was there on your imaginations doorstep that you let it in and shared a pot of introductory tea with it..then you started dancing with the idea, then it stepped on your toes, so you forgave it but then when it called-in the next day and you gave it tea again… it threw up on your new Balinese mat so you wrestled it to the floor and drew a beard on its face then told it to “GET OUT…before I run at you with scissors!”…
To conclude (yes, I can hear you saying “please conclude Miss Moonsparkle I have toenails to trim”)…just write the first line of the song, brayer across the first thick colour of paint, write the first characters maybe-name and personality quirks, put the music on and gently move your body, sketch the dress, write your recipe…and hey…if your cake tastes like moth-balls…you can always throw it out to the birds…and if the birds won’t eat it….laugh out loud, phone someone and share that funny-as glorious creative moment anyway….
Love you Moonbeams….xxxx…
nanoo nanoo Mr Williams….xxxx and thank you for your Divine Mission…mission complete, but never forgotten.

I “mist” you



Hi Moonbeams.

One thousand apologies for sending you great balls of tumble-weed and not much else of late. I have just been in the midst of mist…good fog though…nothing like the fog in horror movies (yikes!…killer-fog…never forgot that scene!)…

Walking through a little self-summoned fog is good for the journey…especially at this time of year. As it gently rolls in off the sea of your sub-conscious…welcome it in… go to it…let it reveal to you what it is you need to speak of, do, feel, to get clear and be happy for the coming year. No need to get all dramatic and write copious amounts of lists and shout your intentions from the roof-tops or lean in on innocent people at New Year’s telling them with heavily scented merlot-breath of your regrets and desires…well…I mean you could do that…but nobody will want to dance with you after mid-night…well…maybe apart from the oddball, leering dude who nobody… at said New Year’s party… actually technically knows….

My own mist -amble I am currently on….is quite splendid I have to say…

I am just talking kindly to myself (in my head mostly, but I totally recommend a little outward verbalizing while nobody is home. Or not… Pending on circumstances). I am checking in with myself like I am my own bff, fascinating muse, long lost estranged and wildly interesting cousin that just showed up from Venus, most beautiful, talented, wise, most exciting person that I have ever met.

Well…I mean to say…who is THE closest thing to you in the history of time and the Universe and life as we know it Jim?……it’s YOU….of course.

There is a lot of emphasis at this time of the year in giving and helping and spending time with others and I totally believe in the beauty and importance of serving others on this planet ALL year long, but you, YOU….YOU!! My worthy, shining, starry, giant moonbeam of unmistakable uniqueness, must make sure also that you are watering and sunshiny(ing) your own precious soul too…it’s ok you know….you have un-conditional, endless permission.

You don’t have to be all gung-ho about implementing changes.  EASY does it.  You don’t have to pick up any heavy shovel and start cleaning out the bullcrap right this dam instant and it’s ALL got to be done by a deadline and ra ra ra! and HUURRRY! and the sky is falling!!!!….


That’s just not how it’s going to be this year.  That’s just bullying yourself and we don’t condone bullying by anyone, let alone thine own self!.  You are older now…wiser…and waaay more ‘Light’- hearted truth be known.  You are the epitome of COOL, CALM and COLLECTED ‘most’ days… I mean think back…you have come A LONG way in how you approach all kinds of things compared to back in the day right?

For myself…this year ahead…well it’s all about thinking creatively with love and presence in everything I do.  Whether I am washing the dishes or teaching students or creating art or talking with a stranger for 15 seconds or eating food or even crying…feeling blue….I am going to BE THERE for myself in 2014 (cue the cutey Michael singing THAT song).

Right that’s it!… I want you to sing that song and dedicate it to YOURSELF….(the Mariah Carey and Trey version of that song is pretty snazzamatazz also.)

So off you go then sweet moonbeams….walk off into the mystical mist for a while…have a lovely little, no-pressure, think about….things. Listen to the whispers. That’s it.  Don’t worry….you won’t get lost…there’s crystal…it’s clear…and you’re headed straight towards it…

xxx love and light…Tracey Moonsparkle.


Greetings to one and all and a very warm welcome to this…my humble little place in time and space…
I have made an exciting and important decision….I have decided to ‘begin’.

I have taken off the blindfold, taken my fingers out of my ears, told the cat to let go of my tongue, untied my hands, set the pecking birds free from my mind-cage, kicked off the shackles and opened my heart…wide.

Its time to let the words simply crawl down my arm, over my inky quill and onto the page. I have made a commitment to The Universe to ‘observe more consciously’… to be a student of the present moment.I make art and teach dance and drama as well as showing children and adults how to value themselves and others through creative workshops.

I have sooo much more to say to you, to explore, to learn and to……write over all the posts that are yet to come.I invite you to beam-in at your leisure, share with me your thoughts if you so feel the urge…I will treasure each and every visitor!

Love and Light to You always…Tracey