small snippets of truth spaces of enormous birth reside within us
Do you paint? What keeps you from moving into that space?
I love the feeling that rises within after I prepare a canvas, select brushes, choose color, and find mood music. The swaying starts small and gradually grows to an elemental storm. Some storms are rather peaceful. Others are torrential downpours. The volume of song can descend until it is barely audible. Or rise to the sky with thunderous echo.
What volume are you currently inhabiting? Will you dare enter that space?
The layers of a painting resemble what is unseen to the eye. This is why one must dive deep into a painting to discover the secrets and mysteries. This painting appears to be unfinished. There very well could be a friendship ii.
a path of voices retrieve the warm clues scattered your time approaches
I have never stayed with one theme on my blog for very long. This is my third consecutive week to post a “Week in Review: B&W”. Progress? Calm in my chaos? If nothing else, a personal record! 🙂
A week in review. A visit to Tower Hills Botanical Garden in West Boylston MA is always a treat. Especially when a greenhouse orchid show helps me resist a chilly Sunday afternoon.
The stack of books pictured are half of what I will be reading during Expressive Arts training. Natalie Rogers, daughter of Carl Rogers, is a big proponent of various art modalities as healer. I plan to spend my remaining time helping others find their voice in paint, dance, words and song.
It feels good to have a purpose. I find we all need to heal generational trauma. Whether abused or the abusers, we must stand still and look towards the sun. A new day dawns. Hope rises.
And ten years blogging? Wow! And it has been 12 years since my brother left earth. This blogging journey will go on until I too am released from gravity. 🕊
Looking ahead. I feel myself changing. It has certainly been a while since I have revamped my image. “Borderline Crossing” will reemerge as something new in the future. Even I will be surprised as to what becomes of this journey.