Trying light and airy in this one…
I’m currently reading A Swiftly Tilting Planet, the third book of Madeleine L’engle’s A Wrinkle In Time series. The rune that Mrs. O’Keefe recites is ringing with me…
“At Tara in this fateful hour
I place all heaven with its power,
and the sun with its brightness,
and the snow with its whiteness,
and fire with all the strength it hath,
and lightning with its rapid wrath,
and the winds with their swiftness along their path,
and the sea with its deepness,
and the rocks with their steepness
and the earth with its starkness:
all these I place,
by God’s almighty help and grace,
between myself and the powers of darkness.”
Here’s a new painting I finished the other week. Another small one, 6×6 inches. Does it make you feel or think of anything? If anyone would like to offer title suggestions I’d love to hear it!
Meticulous as these mandala paintings can look, I never plan them out from beginning to end. I can’t. It’s like trying to draw a map of a place you don’t yet know; it’s impossible.
Each design is a combination of inspiration, choice and chance. You take a step (or a few), then you look. The painting shows you the next. It seems that when a painting seems stifled, like nothing is happening or working out, either I’m trying to control it too much and overlooking the opportunities, or I haven’t dared to commit to anything.
I love this painting because it’s a surprise. Looking at it now I don’t quite remember how I got there!
This is a painting I finished recently. This one seems to me to be about unknown possibilities. A beginning, waiting for something to happen.
For years I’ve been looking for that little thing called Purpose and Meaning in life. Finally, I’m starting to feel that perhaps one of the purposes of life is simply and bravely to blossom, expand and become more of who we are. Because that’s been my yearning.
Life’s purpose and meaning are different for everyone. Tell me, Friends, what are you here (in this life) for, and what makes you feel your days are worthwhile?
Wrote my first haiku in response to some chaos, drama and hurt that’s been going on for a couple weeks; inspired by A Wind In The Door by Madeleine L’engle. I didn’t love this book until the second half. Ms L’engle’s wisdom is out of this world.