The last few years have been lean times for this Mother of Boys. Partially due to my late-in-life Bi-Polar Diagnosis, my Boys have been understandably distant. As the medicine is beginning to settle down my CrazyBrain and stabalize my mood, I can see that it wasn't only my radical behavior that kept them away. My role model, Mother Mary, also had to deal with a distant Son. We don't know much about his years between the incident in the temple, his "Coming of Age Speeches", and then coming back at the age of 30 to reunite with his Mother. And it truly doesn't matter to me where he went. It's the inspiration I derive from this. Mary had to endure his absence with grace and patience. I can't imagine Mary nagging or bemoaning Jesus about how much she missed him. She trusted in our Lord's Divine Plan to shape and mold Jesus into the Savior he was to become. Had she meddled in God's handiwork, the whole story might have been different. My Boys are on their Voyage of Discovery. Their experiences during this time will shape them into men. My job here is done. They are Good People with open hearts. Hearts open just enough to find their way without my help. When the time is right, they will return to me as Men; the Men God meant for them to be. In the Mean Time, I will wait patiently, just like Our Lady, and pray for the continued heart opening to the Divine, theirs and mine. This Mother's Day was Glorious. Two of the Four Boys took me to the Zoo. How great is that? A nod to all the time we spent there when they were young. The other two took time out of their busy lives to check in with Love. My oldest is 30, so I guess it's time... So. Much. Love. m

Throughout this tumultuous time, my Creator has yet to let me go without. Not once. And yet, the little Missy still inside wants what she wants, when she wants it, and from Whom. In other words, I trusted God as long as He did it the way I had envisioned it in my head. That. Never. Happens. My best thinking got me here, so why in the world would God take MY advice? Right? And yet... I've spent way too much of my life wanting from people who could not give. Not what I thought I needed, at least. With each prayer, though, my Creator came through. A way was made when there wasn't one before. And, it most often came from the least expected person. Such was the case with THE ENVELOPES. Throughout this long stretch of Minimalism, I have had soo much financial help from the most unlikely people.One such person is a Creator of Handmade Cards. She makes them just for me and they are as special if not more than the cash they hold. Each time a utility was about to be cut off, POOF, here came another ENVELOPE. Every time. Right On Time. Other friends from the past, and even my own family have stepped up. My Gratitude is bigger than Words. Divine Source, Creator of Heaven and Earth, Of All that is SEEN and UNSEEN, thank you for always seeing me, even when I can't see you. So. Much. Love. m

Do I have a faith that lets me stand as a Witness to the Divine Unfolding? Allow. Allow. Allow. Like the rock allows the water to ever so slowly carve it into something magnificent, let me be that rock. So. Much. Love. m

I have been FROZEN. A common residual effect of extended TRAUMA is FIGHT OR FLIGHT. Like most of us, I have had EXTENDED TRAUMA. For me, FLIGHT looks like FROZEN. Due to a sustenance of reasons, I've been living on the day to day variety that the Divine ALWAYS provides. With no savings, no credit, no cash,I have been FROZEN with FEAR. However, It's either FEAR or LOVE. I get to choose how I respond to this situation. As a CO-CREATOR with the Divine I have to rise to the LOVE that surrounds us ALL to MATCH GOD'S LOVE. God has stepped up to the plate for me, Pablo Escobar(cat), Ave Maria(dog), and the birds(outside). I have been gifted with just enough to keep us all going. Just as the Wanderers were provided Manna on the Daily for 40 years, I, too, receive my Daily Bread. I hope it's not for 40 years, but if it is, Lord, let me be faithful in your Divine Provisions. So. Much Love. m

Chris Buck aka Country Country sold His Dragon Piece! He about fell out of his chair when he received his cash. The joy I feel seeing him smile is infectious. I want you to feel it too! Please continue to support him. He will have more artwork coming soon. Stay tuned! I am so passionate about this work. Before the humbling, I had the privilege of working with the Fresh stART program at the West Town Day Shelter. These people are so inspiring. Despite their hardships, day after day, they show up, creating another piece of HOPE. If they can do it, I can too. They are the gentle souls on the margins, forgotten and unseen. I SEE YOU is what I hope they take from this. Well, that and Cash. I want to help them help themselves to become self-sustaining through their art. You are a big part of this dream. Thank you for your support. Jason Boodock Matlock Jason Boondock Matlock has boosted himself out of this program. MIRACLE! Overcoming a traumatic head injury from a massive car wreck, he has struggled to pull his life back together. His car/home was totaled. In the the last year, he has made tremendous progress.His brain is recovering. He has a car/house and is raising money to fund his trip back to his beloved Colorado. He's selling his prints online himself. He watched this process of marketing his art online, took it and ran with it. He has sold two prints so far, and he's only just begun! He is doing so well that I've taken him off this site, and that is the whole point of the Homeless Art Outreach. Find him over on facebook. He has even more amazing photos over there. Thank you soo much for helping me support these amazing Artists. Much Gratitude to you All. So. Much.Love . Michelle

My mother, Polly Sharp, was accepted to Red Earth, the premier Indigenous Art Show here in Oklahoma City. This is amazing. She has painted her whole life to realize this dream. Applying over and over again, she has finally been accepted by her Tribe at 70. The tenacity with which she pursued her dream is astonishing. What an inspiration. And to follow in her footsteps with the Indigenous Madonnas gives me a feeling of solidarity. I feel like I can be folded into a new family; a family of Cherokee people. My mother and sister are in this family too. A family where justice and honor and family are sacred. So Much Love. M

In 2004, I began beading the Madonnas. Each one spoke to me about various things, but the constant among them all was "we will protect you". I truly believed this and therefore could not bear to sell a single one. These 12 hung on my Dining Room Wall for many years. The protection was needed. By the time I managed to extricate myself from my unhealthy marriage, I was ready to let them go to others that might need her protection. I sold them all and funded a forever longed for trip to France to see for myself the legendary places where the Divine Mother, the Magdalen, The Sacred Feminine, The Delicate Voice of Wisdom and Compassion was said to reside. I found my Mary in France. I have been devoted to her ever since. Each piece I create is imbibed with the Joy, Laughter, Freedom and Tender Love, the Love of the Mother, the Divine, Sublime Mother. Tell me, where you find The Divine in Your Life? So. Much. Love. M

DIVINE FEMININE LOVE. It is in the gentle, matriarchal love that we will find peace. The Cherokee People were a Matriarchal led Society. This is not to say that Men were dominated or treated with disdain. It was an equal partnership, with the Wisdom of the Women being honored and respected. I want to explore this Sacred Union in my Work, demonstrated by the Cherokee, and also by Jesus and Mary Magdalene. I believe the Truth lies here. The Truth that will save us. The Truth that through God, we are ALL Devine. In a Universe where we are all connected, it only makes sense if we each contribute our bit to the whole. The whole of creation depends upon it. Check out this symbolism in my Work. It is the reason I bead. So. Much. Love. M

How did MadonnaMosaics begin, you ask? Like this... It took many tries to extricate myself from my marriage. On my first serious attempt in 2004, I was sober, AGAIN, and the only way to keep my sobriety was to remove myself from that toxic situation. I didn't want to disrupt my kid's lives until I knew how it was gonna all shake out. So, I rented an Apartment at the Regency in downtown Oklahoma City. The Regency is the Concrete High Rise right next to the Murrah Building Bombing Memorial.In the aftermath of the bombing, it was still standing, but all the windows were blown out. It looked like my soul felt. Restored now, it was the perfect landing spot for a broken heart. I hoped I could get myself together, my husband would get sober, and we could save this beautiful family. Underneath the Regency was a Store, Sacred Relics, placed there as a respite for pilgrims to the Memorial. I found respite there too. I walked in, broken by the hopelessness of my situation. My boys, 3,5,8, and 10 deserved a shot at a healthy family and Mike, the EX, was never going to get sober. EVER. I had been sober for 5 years prior and knew i couldn't make a go of it with a drunk husband. So this was The line In The Sand. He had to get sober or I was leaving. Coming home to my apartment after a long day of driving carpools and giving bathes, I stopped into Sacred Relics for some inspiration and hope. Hanging on the wall was the Most Glorious Black Madonna I had ever seen. Irreverent and Bold, She looked like someone had vomited Mardi Gras all over her. She was mine. I had only recently discovered the Black Madonna. She's the Champion of the Unseen, the Sacred Feminine that Shines from the Shadows, This particular Madonna had been bedazzled by a German Woman who survived Auschwitz AND was a Recovering Alcoholic. She drank to dull the tragedy until it quit working, as it does. When she got Sober, She devoted herself to making these amazing Madonna's imbibed with her Joy of Sobriety and Freedom. I snapped her up and made an altar with candles and pictures of my boys, Mike and Me. Each night when I came home from taking care of the boys, I would light my petition candle and beg Mary to Heal My Family. And you know what? She DID! Mike got SOBER and I moved home. It worked until it didn't. We lasted 6 more years until the Drinking returned. I wanted to show my Gratitude to the Madonna by creating new works of devotion to her. I've been doing them ever since. I apply one bead at a time. Bead by Bead. Breath by Breath. Prayer by Prayer. WE ARE HEALED. So. Much. Love. M

I had the privilege of touring the Languedoc Region of France in 2011. Kathleen McGowan, "The Expected One" and the late Philip Coppens, "Ancient Aliens" lead a tour to Sacred France. This is the Region where Mary Magdalene taught the true teachings of Jesus, "The Way of Love". It is said that after the crucifixion, the three Marys that anointed and prepared Jesus for Burial escaped Jerusalem via Egypt to the Southern Shores of France in a boat with no oars. Anyone associated with Jesus was subject to torture and death. Threat to Power and all that. I imagine the Three Marys were a definite target. I have been a rabid seeker of the Truth. I have always heard the Voice of the Divine, even as a child. I have always felt there was more to the Jesus Story than the Bible was letting on. Seeking the Truth, I stumbled upon the magnificent Margaret Starbird, "The Woman and the Alabaster Jar". She was my first peek into this Alternative Sacred Story. Thus began my OBSESSION with the Madonna. I love her because I believe She is the other half of the Jesus Story, The Secret Sacred Feminine Story part of the Gospels that was lost due to Lust for Power. The Jesus story makes no sense without this aspect. This dangerous Secret had to be kept, this Secret of Beloved Union upon which the True Trinity was built. The intent was to keep the Teachings of The Way of Love, or THE WAY, safe and uncorrupted until the World was ready to accept this Truth. Only now, 2020 years later, is it safe to reveal the splendor of The Sacred Union, The Divine Love, The Perfect Whole that the Creator intended. This world is fractured with the Broken Divine Masculine having nowhere to turn. The lust for Power has turned into an unfulfilling, ever-increasing march to madness. No one is content. It is unsustainable. The Men have nowhere to turn, and the Women are TIRED. This world will find Peace when the Sacred Feminine is allowed back into the Story. Her subtle ways and unending Compassion will encompass the unfulfilled Masculine, breathing fresh life into his broken soul. He will let down his guard, and so will She. We can begin again in The Way of Love, The Way God intended. This is the promise of the Magdalene and the Beloved of Jesus. She was at the Last Supper, covering Christ with the symbolic Spikenard, one of the Nards used in preparation of the body for burial. She was at the Crucification and anointed Christ's lifeless Body in the Tomb. But most importantly, Christ came to see her first after the Resurrection. This is why I bead the Madonna, in all her forms. In my patient quiet devotion I call into being the Sacred Feminine. I hope there is still time to heal the broken divine Masculine and restore our World back to the Eden the Creator intended. With those with Eyes To See, and Ears To Hear, The Time Returns... So. Much. Love. M T