to paint...
we are to
simply bravely courageously
show up
and have a conversation with our soul.
it is so mystical so holy
this conversation
that i am smitten; waking each morning to free what waits within.
the birds are singing as i chant my heart song...
"may what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing, no holding back,
may i meet my life like each
stark canvas, sentinels in waiting
in a world where
there are no mistakes
where every colour and texture are meant to be expressed
layer by layer.
to know
the marriage of willingness,
the soft opening of flowers, the perfect stirring of soul.
to lay down inner resistance, preconceived ideas,
plans, judgement, fear of failure,
to strip down to pure essence
before the critical mind existed in our memory of the world."
every moment, i want to paint.
every little crevice between the foundation of daily life,
i want to paint.
it is the most soul stirring conversation, i seem to never get enough.
i am painting while i cook, painting right now as i type these words,
i am painting, as the world sleeps soundly
and again, before the world wakes.
where
may i ask
has anyone offered me this much freedom?
when has anyone in my entire life said
"darling girl, there are no limits...there is no end
to the song in your soul."
true confession....
i rarely find my hands without traces of paint.
when i am painting...i do not even notice these heralding splashes of passion.
they are all tied up, as is my heart, in the act of pure expression.
when i go off into the requirements of the day,
they catch my eye with such a force
i am seduced all over again and count the hours until i return.
the challenge;
to allow a conversation so authentic,
so unabashed and passionate
that the "touchstone";
this skin canvas of our heart,
becomes a song that is
holy
ours,
layer by layer.
june 11, 2012
five weeks under the inspiring wing of flora bowley
allowing even earth angels to fly!
