Wednesday, November 3, 2010

"1000 Dreams" - Introducing BlueTube Channel!

I'm writing this on November 1st, known to some as All Saint's day, to  others, Celtic New Year.

In honour of beginnings, we are launching our YouTube Channel!  It was a bit neglected since its inception, but with increasing content, my usual statement is "Why not?"

With broadcasting completely mainstream, there are no "tubes" in sight.  Wierd.   I mean the cathode ray tube of course.  A clunker I for one, am happy to release....

The Reworking of the "Crossing Over" photo shoot.

Perhaps "tube" in the future will infer prana???  In our case it certainly does.  Blue is for communication...

And so, in gratitude for the latest tech advances, we invite you to...

BlueTube

I like to start any new cycle doing something I love.

I love working with performance and visual artists!  I also had a musical track looping in my mind, as we planned this shoot.

Despite setting the stage, Jen and I really didn't know what was captured, until much later.  These things tend to take on a life of their own, dependent on collaborative energies.

I am always impressed with subtleties offered in eyeline, nuance, facial expression and action!!  (See Corey's hand below - warming Natasha's toes...)  Didn't see that touch of kindness, until cropping the shot.

"Three in the Tree" - Photo: Rebecca Christenson
Models (Lto R): Amy Christenson, Natasha Christenson, Corey Makaloski
Body Art: Jennifer Christenson

"1000 Dreams" Evolution
 When we shed our masks, what happens?  It can be a period of increased vulnerability.


As Jen says: "Trudge, trudge, trudge..." 

The "Crossing Over" day seemed to hold a melancholy air. 

The new BlueTube montage reflects the art of "doing the work".  I was not certain this shoot translated our vision that day.  I was not certain the song fit anymore.  I was not certain...

But we kept creating...and I kept re-ordering the sequence.

I am reminded of Disney's "Gargoyles (2nd season)" when they speak of Avalon.  It won't send you where you "want" to be, but rather where you "need" to be.

I finally saw "1000 Dreams" I could still believe --- after incorporating the model's 1000 watt smiles.  Now, assembly completed, I can't speak for the others, but I learned a great deal from this windy grove.


--- Go ahead ---
--- Go out on that limb --- 

Your life is the expression of you!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Forest through the Trees...



"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, 
live the life you've imagined,
and you'll meet with a success unexpected in common hours."
- Henry David Thoreau

The Painting Spa...
Model: Corey Makaloski - Body & Costume Artist: Jennifer Christenson

"The Forest through the Trees..."
Photos: Rebecca Christenson

To be continued...

Monday, June 21, 2010

Sacred Sight - A Midsummer Daydream...


I had the opportunity to attend a celebration of Aboriginal dance and visual storytelling today.  


When I arrived at the Aboriginal Day presentation, I was captivated by these dancer's physical commentary on the environment.  



Harmony comes through humility.
"Be like water..." it says in the Tao te Ching.

Today is Midsummer 

The end of the pendulum swinging toward light (for this year).  

It feels like more than a seasonal turning point...the flooding in southern Alberta, oil gushing into the the Gulf of Mexico, the European economy on the rocks...

  

...Who knows what is going to happen...therefore I return focus on what I can do, right here, right now.  Take pictures.  

As I watched the women's shawl dance, i was struck by the similarity of the ribbons to hanging feathers...to Isis with her sheltering wings.


I have wanted to take photos of dancers in regalia for a long time, so this was exciting for me.  I'd have changed the backgrounds to something more natural and regal...but that's where photoshop comes in.


  
People in the community joined the dancers in sign language, clapping, dancing and song (about SpongeBob...).

  
Are there wings sheltering us? 

The feather and/or eagle motif are presented in so many reverent cultural activities.  Have birds achieved harmony in this world?  

In the world and yet above it?

  

How do we live in harmony?? For real --- Between; men and women, adults and children, human beings and nature?  AND individually; between our physical, emotional and spiritual bodies???

How will it all come together?


It starts with each of us achieving equilibrium within...which, from what I have experienced, will take a lifetime to work out.

But as all the parts of me come together; woman, mother, artist, student, teacher --- A ripple effect continues to infinity...We never really know who -- or how -- we affect change, but somewhere, sometimes along the journey...


We reach out and...

    

...Someone else reaches back.  

The light lingers now

It is post thunderstorm, dark clouds circle my place, but above there is a break in the darkening sky...I'm glad the rains cooled the air.  

I am also thankful for heat and the sun, photography, bright dancers, drum beats, spray parks, ice cream, and now...bed.

Happy Solstice!


All Dancers are with the group "Red Thunder - The Next Generation" and are members of the Crowchild family (siblings and cousins).

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sacred Sight - The Tao of Giggling...

Verse 65 in the Tao Te Ching talks about living simple-hearted.

Yesterday I had a great afternoon, chatting with my Mom.  We talked about many things.  Both of my Grandmothers are transitioning out of lives that could be over in a heart-beat.

Any of ours could be.  Life is such a strange and beautiful journey and sometimes more beautiful in death...

I think that is why I'm fascinated by this gnarly tree in Hawaii...The photo was taken a long time ago.  I was a different woman and she, who snapped the picture, is dead.  Naivete is gone, but the child within flourishes.  

I still love this crazy photo and the antics involved.  It was taken before I knew much about "serious" photography, with a crappy little camera...which I dunked in the seven sacred pools a few hours later, after slipping on a rock.  

Would have been more funny if it didn't hurt so much, pride mostly.

This shot wasn't on the roll of film that went for a dip...


The thing about experience and education, is that you eventually learn "why" things are good.  Exposure, framing, color temperature, lines..

I love the universality of this windswept tree, weathered to a point of organic purity.

Simple-Hearted 


I can also see what is good about life, having lived for a while.  I know why life is good.

I also continue to consider, IF I died in this moment -- What would I be most grateful for?  It sounds cliche, definitely family, friends and me.

Now I'm going "back to the very beginning, a very good place to start" -- so I can know it for the first time.

Then, in the now.

"I love to laugh.  Ha ha ha ha...Loud and long and clear....I love to laugh...Ha ha ha ha...it's getting worse every year."

Is it possible that Julie Andrews really has solved this anti-gravity issue way back???  But we were to serious about taking ourselves seriously?

I love to giggle (see below).  It's my first night in St Thomas, I was giddy and sis was fatigued.  My adrenals really came through for me...my toes were energized by sand and surf!


So...laughing with self...I took a picture of our polarities...Tee hee...She was so NOT humouring me...as in the case below.



The HaHa Treatment:

Humour is the new-old approach I will take with writing, creation and well, anything.

There are so many ways to be inspired or burn off steam; food, exercise, sex, travel...all good -- but there is something about a sustained belly laugh...

Universal archetype stories, even the most serious ones, can eventually elicit a few giggles.  Sometimes, however inappropriate, even more so.

Here are some of my life favorites!













Life is an opportunity to Laugh:)!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Sacred Sight - "Get Busy Living"



Where am I?  Who am I?

As a visual artist and screenwriter, I struggled with the point of my skills...I wondered if it was valuable?  Did I have anything to say?  Does it matter?

Matter -- a fascinating concept....

For a long time I was passionate about camera equipment, then the identity/notoriety of being "in film" and finally, leaving a legacy.

One day however, I realized that whether or not I "made it" felt empty.  As far as film is concerned, I've made no-thing.  I was somewhat paralyzed by wanting my opus.  Too much time was spent thinking of what others thought of me...not what I thought of me.

I use my skills every day, but never how I'd expected. 

Life, on purpose...

I think the best summation regarding purpose I've heard, comes from a Wayne Dyer interview, on some of the best advice he's received;

 "Don't die with your music inside of you."

Aquarian Starstone Chart - Rebecca Christenson - 2005
(Created as a storytelling tool after researching leylines)

What uplifts me?  What music do I actually make?  So far it's pretty pictures and random graphic design, laced with the odd poem and reams of data downloads.  As time progresses, I am able to see patterns and make sense of my journey.  I think?

Mind-prisons are interesting and necessary, until they aren't...

This leads me to contemplate the character Red (played by Morgan Freeman), in The Shawshank Redemption.   The monologue from Red's third parole hearing is a great screen moment...

Now that my cage doors are opened and I have freedom, what do I do?  What about world peace?  What about walking in the sunshine and diving in the tropics? 

Do I go forward, or freak out and do something that will send me right back into personal lock-down?

Me in Trunk Bay - One of the biggest surprises of my life - 2006

Red walked in an uncertain daze for awhile.  He was unable take a leak without his Manager's permission.  Programming takes time to undo...

Who are "They"?

What fills my time now "they" are gone?  There is no one telling me who I am, what I should like, how to be, who to love, determining my personal value?  Transitions are not easy.  At times I look around at a world I don't feel part of, and know what it requires to rejoin...but stop myself.

I don't want that world.  I wait in the space in between for some indication of life-path...and assemble random creations, all part of a bigger picture.

"First Telling" Sample Book Cover - Aquarian Creations 2008
Artwork by Jennifer Christenson - Layout Rebecca Christenson)

"Get busy living"

Red began to follow a treasure hunt set up by a friend who loved him...

I'm doing that as well.  Personally, there are vast treasures awaiting discovery within.

AND, in a tradional-epic sense, the global grid of sacred sites awaits reactivation... When we re-member how...They'll lay dorment, as long as it takes.  Much like Red's out-of-place obsidian, beneath a conspicuous oak tree.  

Am I courageous enough to want my version of Zihuatenajo?  It is "not too much to ask".

"3 Friends on the way to Molokini" - Rebecca Christenson - 1998
"I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
(beat)
I hope."
Screenplay by Frank Darabont 
(based on the Steven King Novella - 
Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption)

Hope implies a better future... 

I know it isn't very Zen or Now-ish, but I am an eternal optimist.  I accept and love what is, while making daily improvements to my world.

Time is an illusion unto itself, besides hope springs eternal!  

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Sacred Sight - Feelings on "The Shift"



"Freedom means you are unobstructed in living your life as you choose. Anything less is a form of slavery."
Wayne Dyer

I want to thank all of life's teachers throughout time -- those who left behind work for us to study.  We are re-membering who we are.

Our access to information is unlike anything in recent millennia, including the ability to travel and study ancient architecture and technology.

"Stonehenge in Spring" - Jennifer Christenson - Oil on Canvas - 2008 
(www.aquarian-creations.ca/Sirens_swords_gallery/#gallery)

One of first concepts taught in communications/marketing was that of propaganda.  Manipulation is easy when people are broke and stupid.

Furthermore, If you exploit said depletion, many products can be marketed to fill the void.  The science of lack is a conscious effort, but lead to great things.

A by-product of industrial capitalism is increasing equality.  Oops?  Nah, divine perfection.  So...what are Have-More's doing with freedom and time?

Waking up...

As we step back from crazy-making cycles, the bigger picture shows itself.  Chasing tail is recognized.  It includes; vexing over consumer debt, insatiable greed, fear, controlling behaviours...blah, blah...

Distraction occurs at the microcosmic level of the family, right on up...It is likely most of us have experienced both sides of these agreements - Oppressor and Oppressed.  Both have a dramatic payoff and yet, both leave us wanting...


I have awakened...NOW what?

Be joyful and bring joy to the world!  Your way, without imposing on other folk's journeys.

But how?  When we stop out doing each other with the next big, shiny toy...it all seems as silly as the Easter Bunny (see previous blog entry).

Especially when we have work to do.


Third Eye Mandala - Jennifer Christenson - Acrylic on Canvas - 2007

Silly is as silly does...

It is healthy to have a humble chuckle over previous caught-up-ness and to honour teachers who helped with a break-through.

Teachers can be a bit like a totem I don't want (ie. moths - also a previous blog entry).  I learn from difficult ones, almost more than those easy to love...time included.

"The Eyes of Time" - Rebecca Christenson - 2007 - Big Ben, London

Life as we knew it is over.
The signs are everywhere and they are beautiful!


Crop Circle, Stettler, AB - Rebecca Christenson - 2009

Namaste

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Mermaid LemonAid - Outing the Easter Bunny



"And you can break yourself free from your hereditary patterns, cultural codes, social beliefs; and prove once and for all that the power within you is greater than the power that's in the world."


Michael Beckwith

Last night I had to face my part in the "great cover up".  I can no longer lie to my children about various magical (fake) creatures, for the purposes of...what is the purpose again???

As bedtime approached last Saturday, my youngest worked herself into a terror about a giant rabbit in our house.  It didn't matter that it came bearing sweet treats...or that it might be tiny...or cute...



I tried to settle the kids numerous times.  Every time I shifted weight (while sitting on the floor between beds), they gripped my hands "Don't Leave!"

Hmmm...how could I calm them?  I tried various reassurances, even saying I would not let the critter in, instead it could leave things outside the door...then I'd hide the eggs for him...  Then realized -- this is stupid!

Why should I make it okay that a "something" was allowed into our home, to bring them treats???

Soooo -- I outed the bunny -- My oldest was very mad at me for lying (rightly so).  The younger was relieved I would have treats ready in the morning.

Then I was asked "Why did you lie?"  "Why to parents lie?"

Why indeed?  I don't want to condition kids not to trust themselves.  I don't want to condition them to be manipulated by their parents.  Hmmm...

Good questions -- hard questions to answer in an age appropriate way...I kept talking until they stopped probing.

I continued to wonder (after they were sleeping...).   Is it because of the hierarchical structure and higher ups lying to us?  Is it because parents need to play make-believe and can't get there on their own accord?  

"When you know better, you do better..."(I heard that on Oprah - not sure who to credit).

Ending a lie is easy, but you need courage to face angry fallout (by those lied to).  I took the anger.  It was deserved and soon we were giggling.  I got the new title "Easter Mommy" and was asked to hop out of the room.

I obliged.

I spoke to my girls about miracles (their life for starters...), which make a rabbit doling out junkfood seem --- well --- silly.  It's still fun to make treasure hunts for kids, so why not just do that openly?

New life and rebirth celebrations are relevant and important, but one look around these days and it's apparent when and how people take it  too far.  No matter -- it's the pendulum.  Our family will find its midpoint one day at a time.


Wishing you a Bright and Joyous Spring in Your Steps!





Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Year of the Mer-Tigress...

This is an old post, but I like the photos and where my questions have led me in my storytelling.  Consider it a behind the scenes of script writing...

February 14th 2010
"Sun of life and breath divine, wake -- and show me you are thine."
- Rebecca Christenson, Feb 2010


"Tiger symbolism and reverence dates back to ancient times.  


Tigers are respected the world over.  


Tigers represent; Passion, Power, Devotion and Sensuality.


Tigers are also great mothers and swimmers (unlike other cats)." 


- Paraphrased from Animal Speak by Ted Andrews.  

While the concept of zoos are uncomfortable, I am grateful for their amazing vantage points.

I framed shots - separated by steel and security glass -- while the occasional shiver ran up and down my spine.



Perhaps, in a different world, tigers are bipedal and virtually vegetarian?

They could watch me pace in front of them (in a cage) for a few moments, under a stormy sky.

It is interesting to prowl a moment in their paws... 

I also contemplated the work of Dr. Bruce Lipton and the story "The Secret of Nymh"...

If creations are greatly influenced by their environment... and humans become wild when isolated (Lord of the Flies)...do tigers gain (or lose) intelligence via proximity?

Are they letting us study them?  Why is the habitat so small?  Do the animals care?  Where are they from?  Are they as Canadian as I?  Are they cleaning and clearing some energy karma they've collected?

Or...are animals patiently in the now, part of our ecosystem, with an invested interest in human evolution, with no control of the outcome?
  

Seeing the way zoos are improving and how endangered "The Wild" can be with poachers, is this system a camoflaged version of the legendary ark?  Are we preserving DNA until the earth people's stablize?

We'll see...When I ask these questions, all I create are more!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Sacred Sight - Half-Way to Morning...

This week there has been a deep chill in the morning air.  Although it creates beautiful frost, heavy fog and moisture...sink into my marrow.


This week, I also began waking an hour earlier -- to make time for yoga.  In theory I told myself I'd stretch at night.  In theory I'd put the kids to bed, set out my mat and limber up.  I have a sedantary job and my neck and back doth protest...  Yoga works out the kinks -- from a position with more than just ergonomic challenges.

I remembered Faith Hill tell Oprah about her schedule years ago.  She said she woke at 5am to workout.  I thought she was crazy.  Now I don't.  There comes a time when you know yourself well and accept your limits.  There is a time when self-care becomes priority.  My body likes to sleep by 10. 

Ironically, this entry is being made very late (or should I say early).  What can I say?  Strong coffee and Olympic highlights. 

No one is more shocked than I!  I would rather get up in the morning, than stay awake at night?  One of my kids is an early riser as well.  I love the ability to wake with a smile...

"Hello Day!" was how my almost-brother-in-law told me he greets the dawn.


February and March however, challenge morning joy.  By now, I feel internal groans.  My joints creak.  The soft white blanket of December's twinkling flakes, have crusted into banks of snow mould. 

My feelings clarify emotional improvement is required.  This business of is-ness can vex and liberate.  I have to make a daily commitment to choose the latter -- which is "Sacred Sight".

This is the time of year when Canadians meet Canadians in tropical zones.  So much for learning about a new culture!

This winter I work on trying not to seek tropical "escapism" and be --- well, cold.   Or problem solve and create appropriate barriers against that which I can not change (and could hurt me).

This winter I work through some Canadian axioms -- temperature must contrast and life is boring without seasons.  I don't know if it is boring to see green all of the time, I haven't tried that yet.

I do know that I am in a potentially harmful environment and certain things are required to survive -- wool, down, touques, mitts...

Is potential frostbite better than potential malaria?  Do snowdrifts differ from sand dunes?  Am I built for this climate?  Some blubber and burnable skin indicates yes --

BUT would I have blubber if I swam in the ocean each morning?  Do I collect it on my body only to stave off cold I was not born for?

Accept and Reflect

This is the first winter I accept where I live.  This is the first winter I unabashedly use my coats of varying thickness.  I maintain a constant core temperature during the thermometer's inevitable mercurial dance.

This is the first winter I do not complain about what needs to be done -- to offset cyclical actualities of the earth axis issue.  I do not to take tipping away from the sun personally.  It is not about me.  It just is. It's the same every year. 

The voice of an angel:

This heavy-misted morn, as I relaxed into child's pose, my daughter tiptoed behind.  Settling onto our cold (leather) sofa, she grabbed a too-thin throw and struggled to cover herself. The heat was turned up, but something in the air...

She spoke barely above a whisper as I shifted into seated meditation -- (eyes closed):

 "Mom..."
(I open an eye) "Hmm...?"
"In these times, half-way to morning -- I want to crawl into your bed, with more the more big blankets."


I agree, but for the first time in my life, I don't quit yoga to get comforted and cuddly -- I am not finished grounding.

Half-way to morning is a great metaphor.  We are half-way to many symbolic awakenings -- the earth into spring, humanity into innate kindness, the solar system into it's 13,000 golden-age cycle, etc. 

I even thought about the word mourning too and wondered how that fit in.  Sometimes I feel half-way finished mourning who I thought I was -- Night Owl included!


I am all-ways awestruck by children's phrasing.  Half-way is a nice place to be...a journey is still implied, potential is ever-present, yet one can also breathe a sigh of relief.

Half-way is half complete.  There is a sense of accomplishment in doing.  You may be on the top of a hill, in a moment of stillness, enjoying a view.


These mornings are mystical.  Fog haloes the street lights....Branching trees, thick with white, strain to reach into our window for some thawing of their own...

Did we make this cold world tangible through collective agreement? 

As I accept this landscape, will I be free live in others?  Hawaii or any comprable tropical locale???  (Oops -- not part of the acceptance speech)

Is-ness action

I finished the meditation, chilled from lack of movement.  Then I went down the hall, took the duvet off my bed and tucked my morning friend into a cozy bundle.  I snuggled up beside and we chatted about dreams. 

I am spiritual, not religious.  People adopt and discard dogmas as per their journey.  I love inspirational quotes however, regardless of attached theology.  I am thankful to live in an era where I am free to learn from all belief systems. 

I don't know where christian identity ends and reiki begins, yoga enlightens or buddism creates flexibility.  I have dear friends around the world, worshipping at will, a myriad of deities...I honour the unique journey to one-ness, each of us is on.

At this point I feel like the result of divine curiosity --- and found the inner divine through seeking the world.  Initially, I was a frustrated  belief gypsy.

One modality or set of teachings only worked for a time, then I was compelled to switch to deepen my practice, again, and again -- until...

I conclude: I am that I am -- the unending practice.  This is expansion -- there is no end.  My comfort is now the...undefined.

The quote below -- was found in Elizabeth Gilbert's book, "Eat, Love, Pray..."  These words are an astute description of The Aquarians' journey.

"Our whole business therefore in this life,
is to restore to health the eye of the heart whereby God
(or All-That-Is *)
may be seen."
- St. Augustine.

If the above quote is too churchy for some..."Hello Day!"  works.  Every day.  Across the board. 

(* my insert for non-denomonational clarity)