Month: March 2015
I think Artist is that kind of a person, that can see beauty, magic and dream like quality in things that could be perceived mundane and ordinary. Artist tools are not only brushes and paint, but a camera, cooking tool, pen or written or spoken word. So if you want to make your life more extraordinary, become an artist. Coping art is not necessarily an expression of art, creating it must come from deep within.
Our lives our intertwined, we weave in and out of each other as thirsty birds flying of to look for water, but then again we come together in our dreams. But sometimes I wonder, do we ever really meet?
I have just received some horrible news as I was preparing to sit down and write my little story on Wholeness. And I don’t know how to do that now, because I lost my faith in humanity just this moment. To write about wholeness of the spirit seams almost superficial now. But as I know it, the spirit is whole, it can not be fragmented, wholeness is the very definition of it’s meaning or speciousness. . But mind is what fragments us and damages are sense of being complete.
I just took this wonderful little workshop with one of my favorite teachers Dough Keller on the ability to relax and feels spacious. When we think about space, we could think of different objects being contained in it, but they are part of that same whole space. They are not even adding or taking away anything from that space, but they might be changing the quality of it. In that same way, we might feel spacious, but if we focus only on parts of that space as taking away from our experience, we will start feeling fragmented, and so the healing practice here, is to widen our experience into wholeness, and the things that come into residence with us as mere visitors that might change the quality of our being, but not who we really are.
Sometimes we could consider our lives to be sacred and see the things that appear to us as messengers from the divine. We could get more involved, but it’s enough to just pause and witness or gently touch. We could also trust God that what ever he is revealing to us, is what we are ready for.
Many times I think I get inspired for a painting, by reading something from a book, or hearing things in passing. This is a closing passage from a book I just finished, called Wild, by Cheryl Strayed
– It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn’t have to know. That it was enough to trust that what I’d had done was true. to understand it’s meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn’t need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was to let it be.