Beautiful writing from A Course In Miracles, for this Sunday morning…
Lesson 186, Para 9…”He Who is changeless shares His attributes with His creation. All the images His Son appears to make have no affect on what he is. They blow across his mind like wind-swept leaves that form a patterning an instant, break apart to group again, and scamper off. Or like mirages seen above a desert, rising from the dust.”
Ha! A year ago today I started this Blog. Has it really been that long?! This year has been such a year of transformation, and it just keeps extending in that way for me.
I haven’t posted anything for quite sometime, which is incredible considering my overactive mind and imagination. Alas, I have been scattered in many directions, precisely as we all are, and I am just on this journey we call ‘life’.
The last year has deepened my love of Art, and the connection somehow brings me closer to my Higher Spiritual Self in so many ways it would be impossible to express in such a short post as this. (and I promise it is short) In any case, my deep desire for a closer experience with the Powerful Universal Presence, that some call God, has brought me to some life-changing decisions which I know will bring me great joy and of which I have already found.
Paradoxically, life is the same. I eat, drink, work, dress, play–whatever, and so do all those around me. Caught in an endless circle of rituals and repetitions. Sometimes whirled out of balance by a shocking experience that breaks that routine.
I’m not much for routine, which I find boring…however, I do embrace some form of lose structure that allows me some flexibility and direction at the same time. I have to say perhaps I’m somewhat better at it now at this stage of my Crone life. I have to smile at that expression of myself, but here I am. There. Here. So I smile at myself and realize that in the last year I’m just learning more about how to simply ‘be’, and the rest is unknown…
I see the Light in you my friend, and I thank you for sharing this journey with me.
Having denied Self and set aside Truth–a fruitless effort–to exist in a world that directs paths according to ‘it’s’ tenants– Wake (!) from weary wasteful sleep where time seems to dwell–Long days, and hours, and years, resting in such separated solitude as to elude the denial of pursuits of freedom–remembrances of sanity. Now. Awake. Truth of being gives voice, and sings it’s forgotten songs– deep and joyous (Love)–None could see (less) except such visage; and, in fact, leave no favored or ill mark on it at all.
“I dwell in my own illusions and I love my creations”
There are certain places in our world that can’t take RAW. Like people who can’t tolerate RAW veggies. They can’t take the crunch or the blast of true flavor that so often gets boiled out and watered down by grocery store canned goods. There are places that don’t and won’t accept the cut open, bleeding truth to be allowed in their hallowed sanctuary. The spaces of seeming tranquility and pure love…peace, if you will. But truly, these places house and harbor the very RAW. In fact, the cut throat, bleeding to death RAWNESS in the sense of pain, grief, and suffering that so often precludes their desire to unite in the safety of the sanctuary. Are these havens for only the devout, quiet, repetitious, gentle hands of the peace makers? If so, who is there to lead? Who is there to see revelation, be inspired, and transformed? Is it helpful to deny our suffering and claim wholeness? I say, no. Sweetly…gently…lovingly…no. For how can the heavy heart truly believe you can lift it by your words only? By words of others only? No. For only grief can know grief. Only pain can know pain…and so on, and on. So, I say, at least for myself (as I can only speak thus)…give me RAW. Give me TRUTH. Else I hide in shadows of forever.
This day I move in the awareness of my creative source. I allow the Divine spark to energize me –expressing easily in the flow of light and love and life. I breath in joy. I breath out peace. My eyes are open to every avenue of the creative Force and I see what my Higher Self sees and work in that expression. Through this Source I AM perfectly connected and in the wholeness of my truth – I AM free!
Who knew?! Growing up with an Artist Mother I was never compelled to really explore my artistic side in the form of painting. Mother is a brilliant water color artist, but even so I never saw it as a way to make a living and therefore just discounted it as anything within my range of vision. It took me many long years to finally ‘see’ that the art was not a thing that one ‘did’, it is a thing that one ‘is’. Quite a difference. For in the love of the artistic expression it’s as much a part of you as breathing. It simply must be so. You may choose to hide it in ‘the closet’, but eventually it will show. It will leak out and everyone will know the truth. Of course, that is exactly what happened to me, so instead of fighting the wave I am riding it. I finally know that I have to be true to myself, so yes, I AM AN ARTIST!