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Healing
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meditation
I stand here, present to my feet,
my bones, my spine, holding me.
I stand here, present to my heart,
the blood going through my veins like rivers.
Outside the rain is battling the roof;
I stand here present to my mind,
the thoughts and the hopes,
the melancholy running like a river.
the sound of the rain resonating in my heart.
I stand tall in the storm of my mind.
This inspired me to create this mixed media piece on paper…
special
Recently was my birthday and these are my birthday present to myself…
A print from Tiel Seivl-Keevers
(and because my links don’t want to work… http://tsktsk.com.au )
Those prints from Core Jewellery / Damara (see http://www.etsy.com/au/shop/corejewellery )
And this beautiful original from Jeanne Marie Webb (with some beautiful prints as well!!!)
You can check her blog http://www.flowrsinherhair.co.za/ and Etsy shop links there as well.
Feeling grateful to have beautiful new art for my walls!!!
filling the cracks
It’s only since last September that I started to seriously experiment with art, create, play and lose myself in the magical sphere of creative expression. I dedicated a room, proudly calling it my studio. I bought decent acrylic paints… heaps of it. I started with a tiny easel, portable and light, which became too little. My husband then made me a strong easel and an art table. I created that space, knowing very deep that I was going to dive into it…
it?
ART! ART! ART!
Creating, painting, drawing, trying things, learning, copying, stealing ideas, experimenting, mixing things, getting frustrated but persevering, trying new things, getting more frustrated, despairing, finding hope, feeling joyful, and learning new skills of course in the process… but also learning to go deeper, to get closer to the cracks, to just be near them without being overwhelmed.
We were reflecting on what this did to my soul… What art does to us…
We all have some cracks in our heart, in our soul. Some hidden pain, some weird shapes, stain of darkness, that remain there…despite the years and the healing work. Childhood wounding, trauma, or simple process of growing up within a family! I know my cracks; and really thought that I would stay ‘this way’ for my entire life.
Creating art fills the cracks…
it’s like going deep into your heart, checking those cracks, taming them and then working with the blank space, as the negative space in art, by using it as a real tool to make your drawing or painting stronger; with highlights and shades and black! After a while, it seems that the cracks, still present, are filled… the empty spaces that you were aware in the past aren’t empty anymore. The things you so wanted to comprehend are at peace somehow!
This image below came to my mind while writing this. Filling the cracks with gold. One of those things that art does.
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Happy Sunday Lovely People!
Wounded.. (updated)
Only the wounded healer can truly heal
~Irvin D Yalom
Allowing ourselves to go through our wound means we embrace the depth and the darkness that swallow us time to time. It means not being afraid of our own shadows but embracing them and knowing very deep that it will lead us to the light.
While writing those last words, The Journey from Mary Oliver came into my mind..
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Softness
The wound is the place where the Light enters you
~Rumi
sur le chemin du zigodor 