New Life Pushes Up

New Life Pushes Up

ExpressiveArtsBreakthroughPolitical upheaval, economic uncertainty, bigotry, angry rhetoric. And it’s hotter than hell outside.

It all weighs heavily on me as I drive to my weekly “Mindfulness in Art” class.

“Today we’ll go a little deeper,” the teacher says, “letting whatever wants to rise up spill out onto the paper. Not from up here,” she continues, tapping her forehead with her index finger. “Don’t think. Feel.”

The brush moves in my hand, collecting color and laying it down. Jagged black lines rend the empty white field of paper.

My stomach hurts. My head resists. I don’t want to be here this morning. I should be home writing. I wish I hadn’t signed up for this class. This is a waste of time.

The brush keeps moving. Bruises rise in black and blue, like mountains too tired to stand any longer. Parched, cracked earth mutates into broken bones. The ravaged multitudes cry enough! no more! as flames of collapse and destruction blaze hotter and higher.

None of this comes from “up here” in my head. The brush moves first, the story comes after.

Fifty dead in an attack on a gay nightclub. Two more black men die at the hands of police. Terrorists attack an airport in Istanbul. California burns while West Virginia floods. Deadly tornado in China and a super typhoon bearing down on Taiwan. The presidential election resembles a circus act as we once more contemplate our civil duty to vote for the lesser of two evils.

Somewhere above this battered broken plain of pain and dysfunction a light shines. It beckons. New green life pushes up through the torn earth, growing from the wounded place, watered with our tears.

SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Old Programming

SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Old Programming

SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Old Programming

OldProgramming I am the code that holds the old forms in place

I am the programming of greed and mistrust

I am the paradigm of us and them

I am the energy of fear

I am the one who keeps you hardwired into old programs and patterns

I am the one who ties you into lock step with the status quo

I am the one who keeps you bound to custom, habit, social expectation, tribalism and patriarchy

I am the one who keeps you sleepwalking, robotic and unconscious

I am the one who blinds you to possibility

I am the one who desperately hangs on to decaying structures

I am the infrastructure that collapses from within

I am the one who does not know my time has passed

I am shattering, fragmenting into pixels and particles, dissolving into the matrix to evolve, recycle and reassemble at a higher level