Friday, December 30, 2011
Golden Shield
My colors are showing... I am gently enfolded in a circle of support; the glimmer of the gold shield and the open spaces within it seems to represent the open possibility of light and love being reflected to me and from me out into the world.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Winter Light
There is not a time or season that light does not pour gently upon us. However, we are in an intimate and constant relationship between lightness and dark. Light illuminates dark, yet retains relationship with dark. Natures cycles, from night to day, from womb to birth, sorrow to joy, winter to spring light is always in relation in a dual nature with dark. Within us, in the light and dark, we find the sad/joyful heart, and within that, inextricably entwined, is love. 
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunset Sky
Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
Reminiscing Modigliani
I love the colors, the graceful curves, and pensive expressions in Modigliani's paintings of women.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Sweet Darkness
While creating this page a favorite David Whyte poem kept circling my mind:
Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
~ David Whyte ~
Woven In
This page speaks to my belonging - a feeling of being woven into my humanity and the nature of my soul branching out in an ethereal way.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Who is Looking?
This page came from the inquiry that asks, "Who is looking out from your eyes?"
There is a Presence seeing here.
Monday, October 24, 2011
The World is Too Full To Speak About
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language. Even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
Rumi
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language. Even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
Rumi
How Does Wetness Leave Water?
Shadow and Light Source Both
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water? Dont' try to
put out fire by throwing on more fire! Don't
wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast
you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's
in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes
your shadow. But that shadow has been serving
you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is
your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that. You must have shadow and light
source both. Listen, and lay your head under
the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers
and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
a dove. Don't even open your mouth for even a coo.
From Soul of Rumi
by Coleman Barks
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
Altar Cloth
This is a pieced altar cloth I made and machine quilted. I was hoping for the streams of nature to appear in the cloth - including water, earth, leaves and sunlight. Often when I attend various meetings, there is an altar placed in the center of the circle upon which participants place special or sacred objects - feathers, stones, flowers, leaves, etc. This cloth will cover my altar now, hosting and tying in golden threads.
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