I arise today.
In the name of Silence…Womb of the Word,
In the name of Stillness…Home of Belonging,
In the name of Solitude of the Soul and the Earth.
May I live this day Compassionate of heart,
Clear in word,
Gracious in awareness,
Courageous in thought,
Generous in love.
a beautiful time of year for contemplative art making……this surrender into the endless days of winter helps us to find our delicate thread of meaning…..to enrich……to rekindle…
Art is about what is sacred inside us and in the greater universe. It is our life role to explore and optimize the relationship between those two, both too mysterious to describe other than in music or painting or … in a novel? Yes, I think, in a novel too, but a novel that tells a story, hints at the truth. It needs to be roundabout, coming in the back door. The sacred is too shy to walk in the front door.
What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a masterpiece unfolding every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.