Thursday, 21 May 2015

the mal_Raum

The mal_Raum – the paint space, a piece of space. Its my new studio! 

Katharina started here years ago. She loves a play on words and setting people free in a space with paint, to just explore. So when I heard she was thinking of closing down something in me screamed nooo. I wanted to keep that kind of spirit alive. So now we are. Along with the lovely Lemady, we are opening our next era.

When I landed in Switzerland from Australia at the end of 2011 it was the chance of my Swiss man to share with our two children their half Swissness and it became my chance to paint again.

Sure Id graduated school and art school with prizes, painted whole year projects, doodled, drawn cartoons for Disney, had children, finger-painted and coloured in. Before leaving Australia I was leading creativity classes, Id been coordinating a community centre, mentoring new teachers into their first practices of art, music, dance and movement therapies. I loved it. But it was a long time since Id made my own art.

I didnt have a lot of space in my new home so in my little wintergarden and mostly on our dining room table I explored. Lots of illustrations. What came out was that book, Id always had in the back of my dreams. I had so much fun. Then two things came from that. I wanted the space to paint bigger things and I wanted to share creating with others again.

Now Im in the mal_Raum, and I get the chance paint bigger and I get to give others the chance to see whats inside them to express!

If youre in Zurich too, I cant wait to paint with you. Check out our classes on the mal_Raum site! Or just write me now if youre ready to start!

Whats waiting for a little space for you to express?

xxx Kaye :)

Desire Map Sydney - April

A few treasures from my Desire Map Workshop in Sydney :)

"Taking time out of our crazy life at this time was a gift, and coming back to my core desires felt like a resetting of my compass" Elizabeth Criner, Nutritionist and Healer

Thank you for such a special day. It was great to be surrounded by like minded women in such an honest and open environment. Poppy Kural, Fine Art Student 

The beautiful flowers and our custom Australian Bushflower Essences selected for the day and made up by our honoured guest Dephi (4) with her mum Lizzy.

Making magic. Bringing all our generations in with us

Calling in Core Desired Feelings.

Creating goals with soul starts with the GPS of your core desired feelings. 
How do you want to feel???

Find out more here 
Grab the book - do it yourself

Better still - gather some friends do it together, just call me.

"The intimacy of having you and my best friends was a blessing.

It really helps to carry these words around with me and I have found it very comforting working from the basic idea of reminding myself of these feelings day by day. . . I loved it and feel compelled to pass it on just like you did." Emma Hudson, Fine Arts Student

xxx Kaye 

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

how core desired feelings can lead you (if you let them ;)

I flew back into Australia in March to spend more than a month, just me. Wow, it happened. Not long before I’d declared my core desired feelings. One of them was to feel - free. And there I was – thank you!

Free to leave my kids at home. Free to be there in real time with my siblings to deal the best way I could with ‘family business’ that had come up, I also wanted to take the opportunity to share my new role as facilitator of the Desire Map Workshops.

But you know that feeling of going back to family, the house you grew up in, the old home town, it’s lovely, it’s comforting but oops it’s slippery. Operative words ‘the old’, suddenly you’re right back there, in the past, and things get sticky.

So there I am trying to do everything right and see friends and stay on track and enjoy myself. I was trying to stay focused, when sitting with my dear friend and co-facilitator Sylvia out came another book and set of tools. NOOO, I thought I’m not starting anything else, no sidetracking, no nothing new; I’m sticking with the program!

Ok. so I didn’t. I gave in. 

I spent nights doing “The Work” with Byron Katie. It was amazing, and simple and well, done. Each time I felt lighter, I was able to meet with all my family stories fresher, with all my obligations easier, with all my expectations kinder. 

Oh wow, that’s it. I felt free!

The pennies just kept dropping and a deeper knowing set in of how putting the way you want to feel out first brings you to your goals in a so much richer way than just writing them down and doggedly trying to tick them off.

And of course it turns out another of my CDFs was – golden engaged - and that’s how I felt, fully present, deeply grateful for every moment I had, the whole trip. 

So it turns out sometimes getting sidetracked is a part of the goal.

Ask yourself - How do I want to feel?
follow the signs. . . let yourself be led. . .

I’d love to know what your best sidetracks have been. Write me below in the comments :)

xxx Kaye

my mum's kitchen

ps. I just came across an analogy of how tiring time in a museum can be and how since life is continually expanding, being around artifacts from the past is simply being around a more contracted energy. Just like back home and all the old stuff, it can bring you back to the older more contracted you. Ugh tight. But immersing yourself in appreciation (like the historians do) can make it a complete joy. I hope you find that place next time you go back home.

pps. I fully recommend Byron Katie’s “The Work” – do some ;)

Monday, 23 March 2015

keeping your head above water, while diving / or doodling your way out of a mess

I was so stumped this day. Frustrated, overloaded, confused, mess, papers, notes everywhere, overwhelmed. 
From somewhere a small voice said -  just draw. Draw it out. I swiped the table clear. Grabbed notebook + pencil and doodled. Three little circles and a big straight line . . . then out came this guy.

A whale, the biggest thing, a lot of darkness and an impossibility. That's exactly how I felt. 
Drawing it out felt good, I could see it, I could even smile, again. I could see I was taking in and in more information, more options, more ideas and not letting any out. I felt all blown up, like a scuba diver with her weight belt on and life vest fully inflated.  
Funny along came my man, saw it, and said 'she needs to let a little more air out that spout'. Yeah. But not holding on to it all and letting it out was scary. I didn't know what would happen.

It all went out, oops. . . flat, like a sole on the floor. Blink. Nothing.
Now what? 
. . .Ok breathe, just only what you need 
What's the first thing . . .

So keeping your head above water, and diving. You can't do both at the same time.
You gotta let go.

Thanks to some scribbles, I found my way on. 
Free - to change :)

What's your best way to check in with how you're feeling? 

And then to ask

How do I want to feel. . . now?

Friday, 12 December 2014

How endings make beginnings

Hello Friends

A bit of a round up

I’ve been now three years living in Switzerland. I’ve met a lot of international people and yes, it really takes that long, to land.

So I finished a project! Something I’d promised to myself. It really helped with all the *landing*. If you’ve got questions – start a project. If you want to find the answers – finish it! that's what I say.
Anyway that’s how it felt for me. It is a book, a picture book – I made it, all of it, by hand. It’s called Pocket money; it’s about random acts of kindness, synchronicity and serendipity. And there are a couple of the limited edition of 42 left. If you want one – email me.

I wrote the epic blog post about it. Turns out that was my 100th blog post! It had me looking over where I’d started on this adventure and what this emBOLDed thing all meant.

Then in that moment of stillness, that comes after *finished*, dropped the next serendipity. The perfect container for my work of helping others going through big changes, dreaming up projects, and getting them done.

It’s a heart centred approach to driving your life, but mostly it’s all about designing a life that feels good! There will be workshops, there will be private sessions, ok and there will probably be coloured pencils. Cue drum roll: I am now a Licensee and Facilitator of *The Desire Map*!!

Let’s be a part of a movement that starts from our hearts.

I’m refreshing my list. I’ll be sharing what’s on my mind, what’s in my heart and sometimes the *bold beings* that cross my path. I’ll keep it short and occasional.

So if you want come along, please sign up here.

Thank you.

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Tuesday, 11 November 2014

on making a book - my first

When I finished making my book (yep by hand!) the question I was asked by most often was 'wow, how long did it take you'? After a kind of head tilting aaahh. . . like that explains, um what? the sightings at the railway station? the missed dates, phone calls, German classes? that paint on your fingers?

So I gathered up my instagrams for a behind the scenes story
or it could even be the recap of a year
or all of my time here. . .

oh, so
where does it begin?

. . . I think I need a cuppa tea

It took a lot of tea
and lots of different 'takes'

But where it really began was a desire 

to make a kids book 
You know the kind that still work when you're older.
Like these . . .   (I'm gonna make a list of my favourites - I hope you help me add to it)

It took a while from that first out-loud-admition.
I fully wrote and drafted two other books, I did short courses and had a wonderful writing circle full of encouragement back in Australia before this book came in the end - that had no words.

ok more tea and plenty of getting sidetracked on the computer didn't make it any faster.

Then one day these guys turned up, with raised eyebrows, 'so what's going on???"  . . .

and I said 'Ah, there you are' raising mine
and drew out their stories. . .
then started to paint.

ok, not straight away
there were lots (and lots) of stalled moments.
Weekly mutual mentoring with new local Powerhouse pal Pauline helped
and these surprising new leftie friends came along with a different kind :)

Funny questions came up, like, what are they going to wear?
Then I found old sewing patterns my sister had sent me, from my mum's bottom draw
and I made them some clothes. . .

pulled out pencils
sharpened up edges
brightened up bits. . .

There was plenty of mess
but it was good mess
I liked it

Finally there were twenty eight pages.

And then came the technical stuff
I had to learn how to play with this . . .
Thanks again Pauline

Scanned and formatted and pdf'd, it then was all in one tiny memory stick and
Off to the printers
= one big box of solid paper

Then it all left my dining room table and took the train, into the city and off to work - at the Buchbekleidung (book-clother) - a book binder in Zurich on the river Limmat. An amazing place, I'd stumbled upon one day on my bike almost two years ago, exploring the back streets of Zurich, floor to ceiling books and paper and material and old book binding machinery. That day I made myself a pact, I'd be back to make my own book! And here I was. A whole new world had started, with the whole first day - folding.

then there was gluing - lots of gluing, 50x books of gluing. a sticky business

Monotonous sometimes, but never a dull moment. Always someone coming in the door with a cool project and always Christa getting them involved. Even my kids surprised me one school-free day and next minute she had them making books. They went home with five notebooks, hand sewn ;)

The pages started coming together . . .
These fold out kind = leporello (my new book word)
that's the kind that open up like a concertina - fun, it takes the story all over the room and out the door

Then there were the covers . . .
more cutting, gluing, sticking

and did I mention the machines? The huge guillotine, the old presses and our favourite the cutting machine that can shave off one rainbow millimetre of a whole stack of books!
And the days and days (and nights) it all took? Oh and the mistakes? argh! the drop in the belly at 9pm when you think you've really really finished after the three other days when you thought you'd really be finished? That's the time you need a working buddy (Lib) who knows what's going on, for those *sigh* exasperated texts or *grr's*, who's been there, who understands the tangles. A place you can share the not so good bits with the great ones too.

I lost my earlier mutual mentoring buddy to the international-life-and-going-back-home story :/ I miss the tea and the excursions to the city but it still works on skype.
I so value this friendship of co encouragement that now I'm putting dates all through my week, like my great walk-together-speak-in-German-friend, and my walk-a-bit-faster-oh-o-jogging friend, and the watch-out-running friend?! I'll be fit and fluent in no time. ha  ;)

Here was a window when we (that's me and the book) went out to play - we were invited to the
12. Frauenfelder Buch und Druckkunst Messe (that's Art Book Fair) It was amazing to see all the beautiful books and meet some of the makers. Totally inspired. But.
It felt a bit like holding your two year old's hand though and asking her to tell that lovely story she came out with in the bath. Oh and remember all this was in German! ha ha, and every time I missed another German class in the 'making of' Christa would say 'You are learning more German with me' (in German of course) and I was. I recommend it now - any project or curiosity - for us in other countries - try it in another language - Challenge on ;)

So back in the workshop and hand doing the final touches, or the crazy bits = stamping letter by letter :/  thanks to maya for the stamps. Just like it takes a village to raise a child it's all the interwoven parts I love that make a project come alive.

then it was time to celebrate and dedicate.

This story is dedicated to my mother.  To those random odd conversations with strange Greek villagers, that made the teenage us cringe, but that brought invitations and sacks of fresh apricots to out feet. To the warmth and the boldness and the welcoming smile. And to the hand bag full of weird stuff that we used to scoff at, but that always produced the perfect answer to help someone.  

Frau Gerold's Garten reminded me of her. A little bit of wildness in the Swiss city.  I chose it for
The Launch. It was another place I'd found in my Zurich wanderings. The Powerhouse girls sent me past there on my way their great meetings at the Viaduct. In the summer it's all outside and renegade gardens in boxes but in winter it was even better. We snuggled into the wooden Stubli, fire burning, all decorated with knitting ha. just like my mum's ;) We shared coffee and cakes and books and stories. And I got to thank all the people that have made this new city, country, place, feel like home. 

The books went off with special messages and hugs, there was music, and
we made some flowers from paper - and left them behind, on our way home 
to brighten up someone else's winter.

 Seeding serendipity.

So, yes there was a lot of tea involved . . .
here's how much!

and much more that spilled over and got dipped in with paintbrushes . . .
yep Yogi tea - with the tiny reminders every time.
That one on the top?  'Fall in love with your strength boldness' ;)

What's your desire?
What's your project?
What's your tea??

with love
and gratitude


p.s. They did also ask 'Can I get one?' ' Do you have any left?'
Yes, there are a few of the limited edition left,  if you want one send me a note.
Or stay tuned for the regular published version - coming soon.

book launch - it's finished! and a party :)