So to start off, a pair of the same sculpture in different seasons (both taken with a meh cell phone camera):
Some white flowers: daisies on the Easter lunch table and glass art at the Norfolk Botanical Gardens
And finally, two perspectives on the same barn…
Hard to select just a few pairs to share; so many pictures have interesting dialogue with each other. I hope these were enjoyable 🙂
Last night I had the privilege of attending a workshop by Maureen Wolverton at The Coptic Center about Finding the Center: The Search for the Archetypal Self. The main focus of the workshop was to draw a labyrinth, seek out this labyrinth in meditation, and charge this internal labyrinth with your personal energy to reach your ‘immovable center’. This center refers to Jung’s concept of the archetype of Self, the archetype of wholeness. Afterwards we painted within the circle of a mandala to express aspects of our meditation experience from this idea of wholeness, with the circle serving as the infinite yet whole container for these experiences.
I chose a simple labyrinth design so I could easily trace the path with my mind’s eye. Besides activating this labyrinth with my energy, my individual intent for this meditation was to find ‘my’ symbol. As seen in the center of the colorful mandala up above, it was given to me. Though a very simple symbol, it demonstrates much about how I operate and the role I feel I am here to serve in for this lifetime. In its reflective shape I see represented a name given to me in a Sacred Grove meditation, scáthán (said ‘s-Cah-han’), meaning ‘mirror’ in Irish. I also see ‘as above, so below’ figuring in the symbol. Being rather empathic, I tend to reflect the emotions around me without even realizing it sometimes.
In addition to the symbol itself, I was given the distinct impression of scenting cinnamon in the air during the meditation. This seemed really random at first, but after doing a cursory search on the history of cinnamon I found that cinnamon has been incorporated into very valuable, probably sacred mixtures such as for anointing important individuals both living and dead. Even the shape of cinnamon sticks shows similar curls to the ones in the symbol.
It will be interesting to continue exploring the significance of this symbol and all the other things I gained from this wonderful workshop.
This video for the Kickstarter project “The Monument Project: Africa” is short, beautiful, and inspiring.
Three things about the project presented in the video that touch me personally are the practice of using repurposed items, art being the domain of every person, and Autism and autistic people being recognized and supported.
I strongly encourage anyone who resonates with the ideas of sustainable living, art, and/or support of autistic people to contribute something to this Kickstarter project. Please share information about this project! The project will only be funded if the goal is met by January 29th
The unconscious has filled many roles through history, from the divine to the cognitive, from the personal to the transpersonal. It has been the realm of gods, the playground of mesmerists and hypnotists, a ‘trash bin’ of unwanted emotions and memories, a means of subliminal control, and of personal liberation. It has been cited as the source of mythology, religion, and the artist’s muse.
By definition though, the unconscious cannot be known, so how can it be known that it even exists? It cannot be measured; it cannot be examined under a microscope. It can be experienced. It can be inferred through symbols, or through phenomena, often in the case of unexpected and unexplainable events of the mind: sudden intuitions, sudden forgetfulness, sudden appearances of mental musicians, usually annoying ones, that won’t stop repeating the same five notes. Those are ‘harmless’ examples. What of dreams, religion and gods, creativity, or the truly odd, such as hypnosis or faith healing? The evidence of the unconscious is clear in the myriad of ways humans experience and attempt to explain the unexplainable, and live within a world of paradox and mystery presented by mental activity (Claxton 2).
“He is no poet who does not preserve the traditional tales and synchronize the common knowledge”.
Poetry is discourse with the Sacred. It was the primary art of that class of druids known as bards (in Ireland as Filidh). Considering the central role that the druids played in their societies, it is reasonable to assume that poetry also played a central role. It was a means of storytelling, preservation of wisdom, political control, but Bards were doorways for the people – doorways to cultural and spiritual belonging, and this included being at one with the land. Druids were submitted to long years of training, required to memorize the wealth of poetry that allowed them to perform these roles in their culture.
With all these wonderful haikus floating about lately, poetry has been on my mind the past few days…. So I thought I would share some of my feelings on poetry. But first, as good poetry should do, the haikus have inspired me, so here is a poem: