I have nothing tangible to say about God or Goddess…It is more feelings, memories, moments, light… I don’t think I can immediately capture this thought either…So this may be a series of short emails…or long ones. I’m not sure… It is in the glint of sunlight in the millions of tiny raindrops hanging miraculously on a pine tree. It is in the rainbows I see in snow. It is in the shapes of love and brightness and in the gratitude in my life…they form a pattern of responsiveness to my existence that seems holy. It feels like the grace of a note or a hug or a smile or a quote coming my way serendipitously just when I need it most. It’s in Paul’s arms when he holds me. It’s in my heart when I sit in sorrow at my meditation altar and don’t know how I’ll ever focus. I just sit there because it’s what I do…and somehow it all changes. It’s the magic of that… It’s in the amazing vista of the Adirondacks across the Lake. Wow… It’s in the green of the Vermont mountains and all these huge meadows for hay…sprinkled with cows and red barns. It is in emails that my amazing friends write about their lives or their art. It’s in a text my son sends me about women being treacherous…and in the updates on facebook about finding his hope again in dating…I know that I helped him reach his hope. It’s in my hands, in my eyes and ways of seeing. These things aren’t me or not me…they simply are. I’m observing them. Both what I’m observing and me are divine…holy. In pipe ceremony, we put the pipe in a special place and under it we put sage. Sage is like an altar, it makes places and objects holy or more precisely it signals that holiness for anyone to see. When I go on vision quest. I am settled upon a bed or safe. I lay on sage when I rest at sundance. I dance on sage sprinkled in the arbor. In Shingon meditations we rub incense on our hands and sit on special cushions and make of our hearts and minds an altar…this is no different than the altar of sage. In each of these, it is the message that I am holy…I am divine…but so are all those others who sit on the sage, dance on the sage, sit upon the cushion and wash their hands in incense. “Life is a mystery, I am a mystery, You are a mystery. We are a mystery…I love a mystery…Life is so good to me…” These are words to a song my friend Leah wrote. I think it speaks to the basic belief I have that all is consciousness and energy. Recognizing it is our only work in life…embracing and abiding with it in each moment it is the joy in life. It is no more complicated that that…
Oh…as the tears stream down my face…there is holy here…
This is holy!
It is so beautiful. I am smiling and touched and how sweet to be heard so well. Your insight and bwauty shines in this painting lovely woman. I love you.
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
The struggle to capture it in words(worth it!), the beauty and ‘feel’ you captured with your brush…
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
Have no words to express what I feel right now. Gratitude and honored.
i’ve said this before, and i’m saying it again: tell me this project is going to be a book one day soon. this one defies words. it really does.
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I had no idea there were so many incredible goddesses waiting to be heard. These are all wonderfully uplifting and comforting at the same time. I especially love this painting. Magical!
Wishing you a truly beautiful weekend! xoxo