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Art, Magic and Medicine

Art, Magic and Medicine

著者: Robin Mayberry
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Join Robin Mayberry as she connects with beautiful artists and mystics to explore all things creative including the artist's path, aligned business, spirituality, and the rise of the Divine Feminine. It's all in the name of personal healing and collective evolution, with a good splash of practicality and humor.Robin Mayberry スピリチュアリティ
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  • take a stroll with me through Pyrocene
    2025/06/20
    It started with the burned trees. My kid being in school down in Portland means that every month or so I make the four-hour drive to see him. Part of that drive takes me over Satus Pass, a landscape that moves from sagebrush into forests of ponderosa and scrub oak and aspen. There are fires. Often. As a result, there are patches of trees that were burned years ago, and which over time still stand, their branches stripped, the burned bark still clinging, the bare white of the inner wood gleaming in late afternoon light like the flash of teeth. Every time I drive by these stands (there are several on the way to Portland), I gorge myself on the sight. They fascinate me. They begged me to explore their shapes through visual art, and who am I to deny the raw beauty of such a thing?It came to me to construct fiber sculptures, inspired in part by the work of Clarissa Callesen, whose exhibit last year in Bellingham WA blew my everloving mind. My idea coalesced and took shape. I had to have a place to install this idea of mine, so I pitched it to Karl Schweisow at The Palace Gallery and he was game to host a show about wildfires. I called it Pyrocene: the age of fire. I invited some excellent artists to participate, and to my delight, they stepped up. Eighteen artists contributed to exploring the theme of megafires: how they affect us, what they destroy, what they create, how we can think about this climate phenomenon without despairing or blackening with rage. Until we make some major policy changes and commit the resources to treating the forest, rather than investing our limited forestry resources on just putting out these massive fires that erupt from the Rockies to the Pacific in such numbers and with such ferocity that the smoke darkens the continent; until we decide that humans aren’t the only life forms that inhabit this planet and that we need to start prioritizing the health of the biosphere before there isn’t one; until we rethink our choices of where to live and where to channel our scarce water; and until or if we ever collectively step back from the economic and capitalist factors that are disrupting the delicate balances of our climate, the forests will burn. And burn. It is an obliterating sight. A few days back I was walking in one of our local canyons, the Taneum. The wind was softly speaking in the trees. There were all manner of wildflowers: wild rose, fireweed, dwarf daisies, and the smell of the fresh earth was something I wished I could bottle. It was the definition of serenity. The path was shaded and cool, the taste of water in the air. There were small animals scrabbling in the underbrush, a grouse thumping in the distance. Such gentle, quiet, all-encompassing life. When that burns, it’s stripped to powdered emptiness. Stark. Black. Dead. Barren. The sun standing on top of you, bearing down. Silent. So much is lost. Yes, fire is part of the natural ecology in this landscape. But megafires are something else. They burn so hot that they sterilize the earth for up to three hundred years. They create their own weather. They chew their own tails, building on their own intensity beyond anything that humans, or certainly the wildlife who live there, can do much of anything about. They’re murderous creatures on a rampage, and we’re the ones who feed them. Do I know what to do about any of this? I do not. Say hello to another hand-wringing environmentalist over here. I make modest donations, I have spirited conversations within the echo chambers of my like-minded friends. None of that will change much of anything. But what I can do, what all artists do, is witness. Witness the magnificence of the forest. Witness the nodding Indian paintbrush in the soft June breeze. Witness the impact of the fires that come and come and come. Speak to those fires, speak about them, make the art, show the art. This is what Pyrocene is. It is the artist’s response to the era of megafires. If you’re in the Ellensburg area and would like to experience this collection live, and believe me, you would, then The Palace Gallery is open Saturdays from noon to 4p and by appointment. That’s this Saturday (Solstice!) and next Saturday. It’s worth adding to your Saturday roster. Seriously. And if that’s a no-go, then please do enjoy the video walkthrough above. The participating artists are:Robin Mayberry/ Scott Mayberry/ Mary Duke/ Becky Parmenter/ Tabitha Klucking/ Emily Jacobs/ Christine Texiera/ Karl Schweisow/ Crista Ames/ Justin Gibbens/ Carol Lelivelt/ Terri Rice/ Renee Adams/ Janice Baker/ Howard Barlow/ Lorraine Barlow/ Kenneth Johnson/ Barbara Siegele/ Lane Chapman/ Justin Beckman/ Wyatt LandisIt’s extraordinary.So is our landscape. May we love it in every way we can. If you’d like to spend some art-making time with me (and who wouldn’t), I’ll be offering a four-hour encaustic workshop on Sunday August 3 at Gallery One in Ellensburg. Learn to layer, fuse, incise, embed and play with the ...
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  • a few thoughts from the studio
    2025/03/16

    I was in the studio today laying down some early layers on a couple of encaustic paintings that I hope to show in June, and it got me to thinking about how a seemingly insignificant action—making paintings, for God’s sake, who’s going to benefit from that?—is in truth the heart of why I’m here on the planet, because it leads me to a place where I am simply all of and nothing but myself.

    I believe that we are witnessing a huge rise in consciousness, which is flushing all of our broken systems and unhealed collective wounds right up to the surface. It’s a damn mess but at the same time all of this chaos makes so much sense to me. Lightworker types like myself have been walking around for decades now feeling the amping-up of energy, something that has lovingly but persistently roused us from our deep sleep.

    I believe it’s that energy that has led people like me to play with more and more freedom for a while now, clearing paths for more and more permission to be the selves we were born to be. Sooner or later all our be-ourselves-ness was going to reach a fever pitch where folks who don’t want to grow and change and give up the illusion that more stuff and more money will make us safe were going to have themselves a fit and fall in it, all this marrying whomever we want and being whatever gender we want and recycling in different curbside containers. There was going to be pushback. And here it is. And it’s spectacular and grim and yet it sort of reassures me that yep, enough power has gathered on the planet to really shake up the old order.

    A friend just shared an insightful post with me about how, if progressives want to move forward, we need to start creating and inhabiting a future as a way of responding to the current administration, which has a built a brand around dragging us back to the past.

    And how do we get to a future that works? By starting from our authentic core. Our heart centers. Our truth.

    Authenticity is a raw, dangerous place. It’s where we remember what it is that makes us feel profoundly alive. It’s loaded with truth about what we really love, what we really think, what we’re available for, what we want to say. It’s no good at all for a conforming, cookie-cutter life. Authenticity isn’t interested in what the neighbors drive or what’s on sale or what’s on TV or whether or not we’ll get a 3% cost of living raise this year. Unimportant. Authenticity wants to sink its teeth into fierce experiences. It wants us to love with our whole hearts. It wants to paint, to dance, to sing, to write poems and read them to small groups of friends by candlelight. It wants to do the things that only we can do, those interactions and inventions that only one human life can produce, those original moments that are tiny, fleeting masterpieces.

    I mean, what else really matters?

    I’m not here to save the world. I’m here to contribute to it. I’m here to spend a Saturday afternoon moving paint around and letting the magic of making overtake me. I’m here to remind you that you are a glimmer of magic too. Your voice is the one that completes the choir. The way the Spirit shines through you exists nowhere else in all creation. That’s pretty important.

    So the boys on the Hill are going to be bunch of raging insane people and there is zero I can do about that, but I can stay centered, I can stay real, I can stay—incredibly, in the face of so much turmoil—joyful. My heart is lit. I feel free. And from here I can reach out to you, too. Let’s be our wild, half-hysterical, unkempt creative selves. Let’s be all of who we are, and let’s revel in the trembling thrill of being alive, right now, today. It just might be the way through.



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  • moon medicine // november 2023
    2023/11/26

    this moon medicine episode is a BodyTalk session that:


    • expands your ability to communicate
    • harmonizes your system with the Divine Mother (the ultimate in nurturing)
    • balances your masculine & feminine aspects
    • fills you with love, peace and harmony!


    All you have to do is hit play and let the healing waves roll!


    If you think you might need a private session to get yourself sorted, you can book with me here. I have in-person available in central WA state, and also work over phone & Zoom.


    If you'd like to peruse all my adventures, go to robinmayberry.com


    And I'd love to know your experience with these moon medicine episodes (and life in general). Drop me a DM on IG or email me at robin@robinmayberry.com


    Sending all the love.

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    20 分
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