Art awakens our capacity to heal our bodies and our whole beingness…
When we paint, we are designing our realities, spontaneously.
Sometimes we are aware of this capacity, and other times,
an image will appear that naturally reflects what we are opening to.

Art awakens our creativity….
Art inspires creativity and can bring joy into our lives by it’s very presence. When we are surrounded by art that
inspires, we see the reflection of Humanity, Nature, Mother Earth, The Universe, and Beyond, in the presence of artistic creations.

Being with nature, experiencing the wonder of a plant growing, listening and relating to the spirits of nature, while  being an inspiration for awakening of humanity, is of true value.

Nature is one of the greatest teachers. When was the last time you took the time to sit with the plants, trees and animals and really be present to all the magic that is there?

When we listen with clarity and openness, the magic invites relationship that is so simplistic in nature, yet so profound.

Have you ever sat with a tree, and in divine inspiration, you spontaneously jump up and say WoW! I get it? It feels truly amazing to experience this joy, this beauty, this moment that is so natural and yet extraordinary.

Being in relationship with Nature, Mother Earth, the Universe and Beyond is so vital to who we are and why we are here. It is the foundation to our true nature. As we awaken these gifts that are clearly seeking to open, we see that we have the capacity to create in really wonderful ways.

In Joy,

Ali Sun Trees

I see great beings returning
Here upon Mother Earth
naturally and spontaneously

I see
With love and joy
universal beings
In all our divinity

In Joy,
Ali Sun Trees

As we awaken and sing our sweet songs, we create with joy in the ways that are unique to us…As we listen…Opening our hearts, our cells vibrate and celebrate the new reality. As we invite each moment to be an extraordinary experience with everyone we meet, all moments become sacred.

Listen for the messages that are being spoken through the trees, the winds and throughout the universe.

Open to the presence of the hawk, the great messenger… Feel the joy of the hummingbird that comes to remind us of our eternal joy as we witness the deep power of the rattlesnake that returns us to our ancestors.

Truly and wholeheartedly enjoy being with the trees. Feel their presence in all the cells of all your being. Feel your roots sinking deep within the deep core of Mother Earth. Feel the fire in your belly…Stretch your arms towards the heavens as they become the branches that meet the ascended masters…Enjoy this moment as it is divine.

In Joy,

Ali Sun Trees

For centuries, mystical paintings have adorned caves, clothing, sacred objects and have been the heart of many sacred ceremonies. In many cultures, art has been a channel for healing and illumination. Art is also celebrated in humor through social and political expressions.

Our towns and cities are blessed with murals of various shapes and sizes. Galleries today are the hosts for many of our indigenous and modern ceremonies as are the various festivals that are dancing upon Mother Earth at this time.

Art inspires change, awakens consciousness, supports growth and the evolution of Humanity, Mother Earth, the Universe and Beyond. Art reveals messages and prophesies, while planting the seeds for the future.

Together, as allies, we weave a tapestry that awakens our relationships and inspires creativity to flow naturally and spontaneously throughout the Universe. Art heals. Art inspires. Art illuminates. Art is magical. Art is mystical. Art is……

In Joy,

Ali-Sun Trees

As I began to open, I started to feel my root chakra expanding, as my roots began sinking deeply into the earth. As my body became relaxed and free of thoughts, I invited my body to open naturally, inviting all my cells to awaken.

Within moments, I saw a vision of a temple. What started out to be one temple, became many. As I reached out for a paintbrush, I spontaneously dipped it into the paint, while witnessing the paintbrush dancing freely upon the paper.

Before my eyes, a temple came to life. A fire red dome-shaped structure appeared with an arched doorway in the center. Inside the doorway, I saw several beings of light beginning to form. Below the temple, a giant orange triangle birthed, naturally grounding the structure within Mother Earth. On both sides of the temple, soil appeared with seeds waiting patiently to be planted.

As I held the painting up to witness as an opportunity to feel it’s essence, I could feel my roots deepening within the earth’s soil, through the crust of Mother Earth in a very graceful, yet powerful way. I then placed the painting upon the altar, to “be” for a while, moving forward with the next adventure of my day.

A few days later, I arrive in Topanga Canyon for a co-creative meeting with some of my allies and partners. The intention was to gather, share and potentially plant the seeds for new projects and creative endeavors. Upon arrival, I couldn’t help but notice the amazing doorway before me. The front door to the house was carved with intricate designs and adorned with a three dimensional buddhist sculpture functioning as a door handle, graciously there to greet it’s guests.

As I walked into this magical space, I felt the presence of a temple. It was abundant with life and creativity. The walls and hidden nooks were adorned with wild animal sculptures, masks and metal artwork of sacred beings. Each room felt unique. The house was comprised of many temples within it. The doorways to the office, bedroom and bathroom all had arched shaped openings that invited one feel as if they were entering it’s own separate temple, and yet they were all connected as one. The bathroom was divine! The bathtub was surrounded by windows, perched upon a cliff, with walls painted the color of sunshine and a feeling of being on top of the world.

As I witnessed and felt inside this great temple, I spontaneously awakened to the gifts of the painting that birthed a few days before. When we are what we are there is unlimited freedom in how we relate and how magic is created in our lives. There are no limitations to what we can be and how and what we choose to create.

In Joy,

Ali-Sun Trees

All week long, I was excited about this reunion, wondering what it would feel like to be there again. It had been over 30 years since I had stepped foot on the land. I always felt the land in my heart and saw it in my visions, but to actually be there physically was a dream come true.

As we made our way down a long country road, my first impression was that everything seemed bigger than I remembered. The entrance was completely different, as I felt like a stranger in a strange land. It is now referred to as Running Luck Ranch.

Upon arrival, Tyler and I introduced ourselves to the land owner, Vern. We met him in his office, which was the same trailer the caretakers lived in years before. His kindness towards me as well as my excitement to see the land seemed to dissolve all energy of cigar and cigarette smoke looming in the air. After a good half hour of conversation, he invited  Tyler and I to visit with the land. I couldn’t get out the door fast enough. I was so excited.

As I walked out the door and down the steps towards the house we had lived in, I started to feel a familiar sense around me. Everything was the same as I remembered. I walked past our old house, then past the pasture where I used to watch the foals being born in the early hours. Yes, and my beloved hay barn, where I met my first rattlesnake. The hay barn was so much fun. We used to build forts out of the hay and hang out until it got dark.

The moment I looked out over the bluff, I was like a kid in a candy store. I couldn’t get enough of this place. I knew it would be neat, but Wow! This was extraordinary. This was way beyond childhood memories. It felt like paradise to me! Out in the distance, I could see the river, the horses, and the various trees along the river. Everything felt so familiar. I was home. To my surprise, I saw peacocks roaming freely on the land and mingling with the horses. Amazing!

After greeting the horses, and showing Tyler around the land, I felt drawn to visit with the river. As I went off on my own to explore, I began to feel my roots sinking deep into the earth as my whole being expanded. As I began to relax and slow down from all the excitement, I started to tune in with the land. Any sense of time disappeared, as I could see and hear more clearly the details of nature.

Ahead in the distance, I notice two hawks flying above. They were calling out towards me. Simultaneously, out of the corner of my eye, I see and feel three race horses galloping towards me at full speed. They were flying! I stood very still, even though I knew there was a wooden fence between us. The energy was so powerful! The peacocks were even chiming in. They all succeeded in getting my attention. It was quite a magical moment. And then, as I looked over to my right, there SHE stood.

Mama Oak was standing there in all her beauty. Wow! What a wonderful surprise to see her again. I felt energy rising throughout my whole being as I felt immense love and gratitude in her presence. In her reflection, I could see who and what I am and what I have always been. She was one of my greatest teachers and friends in childhood. Being in her presence again was the most wonderful reflections of beauty, graciousness, and timelessness. I spent most of my visit with her, enjoying the river and the shade she provided.

While enjoying the spaciousness of the visit, I could feel that soon it would be time for me to be on my way. As I stood up from sitting with mama oak and walking a bit along the path, I received a call from Tyler graciously letting me know that it was time to go and that the owner needed to lock the gate for the night and that it was time for me to make my way up the hill, now.

I felt such gratitude for these moments shared with the land, while also feeling a little tugging on my heart knowing that this may be the last time I would visit with the land, physically. As I walked along the path, I thanked the mama oak tree, the nature spirits, the horses, the peacocks, and the ancient spirits of the land for our time together. The three horses raced towards me as they did in our initial greeting. I then invited all the beautiful beings of the land to call on me any time if they choose.

A few mornings later, two hawks greeted me in a dream. As I looked around, there I was again on this wonder filled land.
In JOY,
Ali-Sun Trees

By the time, my friends and I reached the trail head, I felt more energized and ready for a longer adventure. On our way, I was pointing out to my friends the poison oak patches, as well as mugwort, which is a great remedy in case one gets poison oak. There was quite a bit of poison oak around on the trail heading towards the creek. As we approached the creek, we began the fun of rock hopping with eagerness to see what lies ahead.  From the beginning, I could feel myself letting go of some old layers and tension in my body. As I let go of my tiredness, I felt the stress surfacing. I could feel where I was not being very present and just trapsing along. This was the greatest opportunity for me to grow and my ally, the poison oak, to come in to greet me. More like meeting me with a kick in the ass. The invitation came, when I found a great place among the rocks, what appeared to be a little island of sand and privacy. It was the perfect place. So, I took off my backpack, and peed. No problem, right. Wrong! As I prepared to leave the spot, I turned and looked to my side as I saw this poison oak plant wavy back at me. What? I didn’t even see this coming. I must have spaced out over the plant, not even seeing it.  Wow! I didn’t even feel it touch my skin.

When I got home that evening, the first thing I did was take a shower. No sign of rash at this point. In fact, 3 days later I didn’t feel it. I pretty much had put it out of my thoughts. The 4th day, I started to itch and then the next day more, until it had fully arrived. 2 weeks of itchy, burning, hair raising irritations. Sleeping, which is one of my favorite things to do, became my least. I couldn’t sit much, for it was by my butt. Clothes against the skin felt like sandpaper. It’s amazing how just a few small spots of this rash can go a long way.

As I went through the irritability of my reaction to the rash, I came to realize that this was the perfect gift for me. It helped me to see the places where I have been emotionally invested in stress, that I would normally hold in and keep to myself. I was letting go of so much trauma and old energy, all at once. I could feel the heat and anger that wanted so badly to be expressed, yet I had not been able to quite get to that surface so easily. It was a challenging experience, but as I began to see it as an opportunity to heal and since there were signs that it was fading, I became more relaxed and allowed myself to really feel and express my feelings and emotions more freely.

As I was running errands around town, I even shared with a few people of the poison oak rash and just by doing so I felt better. It felt great to just share, to say it out loud what I was experiencing, being true to the moment and to the people I would come into contact with; even people I had just met for the first time. So, poison Oak a curse or a gift? For me, I’d say a gift, in this experience. I feel more expansive, free, personal and open, when I opened to the opportunity of the experience. It was also great for my paintings, since standing and creating felt the most comfortable and supportive thing to do at the time.