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 – Divine Unrest

SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Divine Unrest

DivineUnrest2SmallDivine Unrest is a primal seed
Planted deep within your soul
Longing to germinate and gracefully unfurl
To spread root and branch
Sprout twig and leaf
Bloom with incredible fragrance and color

Do not fear that sweet sorrowful longing
Dive into it
Deeply
Swim in its depths
Soak in its nectar
Breathe its essence more deeply into you, Beloved
So that it may guide you forward
Guide you home

The seed was planted in you
Long before you existed
Nestled in the rich field of stars
From whence you came
Descended from the original seed
The First Cause
The Love that exploded to fragment and fill Universes
Rather than to remain alone

The seed within you, Beloved
Is Love longing to express
Consciousness longing to know itself
Possibility longing to become manifest
To know this
Is to find your power

Do not fear your own shattering
Seek joyfully the emergence that follows it
The entire Universe
Awaits your unfolding