Marmalade Glisten

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I look deeply
an eye that sees out
leaning inward

Do I honor my colors
possibilities

I humbly ask to see more
that which, at first,
is not quite
discernable

now

peach
newly minted
coat to smooth away
wrinkles of fear
an unburdened interval

orange
remembrance of autumn orbs
not perfectly round
but character drawn
or bits of rind
suspended in time
marmalade glisten
sweet and lucious
treat to savor
part of me to leave
undone

hot pink and magenta
a surprise out of order
opposite
yet perfectly in-sync
no need of motive

at last

brilliant yellow glow of Light
shining through
Source of Life
warm and nourishing
something to trust

I step out and in
fold and unfold
into me

 

 

Author’s Note:

A special thank you to Bobbi Drish, a friend who so graciously allowed me to use her photo of her moss rose, a portulaca.

I remember as a child in my urban/industrial home, seeing this lovely little plant not only blooming in every crack and dry spot, but thriving in almost all the colors of the rainbow. I bet if I looked closer, I would have seen the entire rainbow.

I am taking a class called PRISM, hosted by Shiloh Sophia and Jonathan McCloud and the Intentional Creativity Foundation. We are delving into that which is not necessarily on our radar. Through beginning to understand some basics of physics, Einstein, quantum physics and unfolding into a new form through art, I begin to “see” more deeply.

Elemental Breath

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Suburban Urban Minstrel

I breathe between mountain and plain,
mesa and wide-angle field,
on city streets and urban walks,
where night’s video-blue glow veils sky.

Spirit alights here, too.

In depth of dark I hear ancestral call
Make space, make space, make space.
Under Moon I rest, release and sleep,
my breath will carry strong.

Dawn comes, burns away all
that which no longer serves.
Ash into compost, rich soft soil,
make space for new to grow.

From earth’s wise path,
coil wraps to sing her song,
we all belong, one in Genius,
quiet and stillness your way.

In simple stream to rushing river,
in ocean that cleanses our soul,
make space, says she, I’ll help
and refresh, drink deeply of me,
your fears cooled.

I rest between mountain
and sweetgrass plain,
under stars and ancestral Moon.
I feel your tug, a red thread woven
from before, until now, and eternal.

I am Lady of Mountain, Lady of Plain,
Suburban Urban Minstrel,
Elemental Voice who gives from within,
a conduit for Ha-Ruach.

I call to those with urban hopes,
suburban dreams, from peaks to mesa,
plain and water, in all Creator dwells.

Make space,
make space,
you are a blessing from Grace,
make space
for your untold shine.

 

Author’s Note:

This piece was created over the last three months using a process called Intentional Creativity. I am being certified as a Red Thread Guide and part of my training was to paint. I never painted before and never drew either. So this was a very good process for me to move through.

Using intention as I put down each layer, I learned about myself and transmuted my old stories into new ones. I learned to release ego and listen to Spirit within. This painting moved me through many transitions as itself moved. I loved many of the images and colors and patterns that appeared each week. But I learned to let them go and allow the new to arise and speak to me about what it wanted to be and its new story.

Shiloh Sophia and Mary McCrystal were our guides and mentors. Through the Intentional Creativity Foundation, I found my new self. Or, should I say, the self I never really allowed myself to know.

Below are a few of the levels from the first to the end that sit underneath the final image above.