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Two artists, one male, one female; one living, one passed on. Different media; a common thread. There's more to art than meets the eye. There's more to life than the usual grind.
In centering the clay on the potter’s wheel, one centers down, yes, and then one immediately centers up! Down and up, wide and narrow, letting focus bear within it an expanded consciousness and letting a widened awareness have the commitment to detail of a focused attention. Not “either… or,” but “both… and.” You can perhaps feel the inner movement of a Centering consciousness that plays dynamically in the tides of inner and outer, self and other, in an instinctive hope toward wholeness. (click on the photo to the right to read more; in BrainPickings, Jan. 5, 2020.)
The act of painting is not always, but can be sometimes be, a testament to holiness. At its best, the art-object is a record of awareness and being. But more importantly, it’s an experience to undergo. When we paint, we hone ourselves. We practice the art of paying attention. Like praying or meditating, it is not for sale. Like a top, we spin, generating in the act of painting the energy with which we fuel ourselves. Even when I find a painting unsuccessful, when when my marks do not clearly represent what I am experiencing, I still enjoy the act of painting. The painting is what remains after we’ve completed the act of creation, to stare back at us, like shells washed up on a beach. Sometimes we collect beautiful shells, but we experience waves. (Click on the photo of "Davenport Beach Stroll," to the left, to access Stephen's marvelous gallery.)
Like water, be gentle and strong. Be gentle enough to follow the natural paths of the earth, and strong enough to rise up and reshape the world. ~ Brenda Peterson
Be bold enough to use your voice, brave enough to listen to your heart, and strong enough to live the life you have always imagined.
We are one under the sun. We may not be all together, but together we have it all!
Strut your stuff, but don't stuff yourself till you can't strut. Happy Holidays!
November 20, 2006, I received a healthy liver from a 70 year old grandmother and her generous family. As you think about gift giving, please consider "the gift of life." It's never to soon or too late to register, and the Thanksgiving table is a perfect venue for sharing your intention with your family.
Submitted by Helen. So perfectly suitable for this season of gratitude and gatherings.
Do you love stargazing? It helps me recognize how connected we are to something larger. For a deeper (or higher) dive check out these https://weloveweather.tv/top-6-astronomy-apps/
"I close my eyes and
just see pretty colors,
They're dancing just for me,
pretty colors (pretty colors)
Locked in my mind they'll always be..." ~ From 'Pretty Colors', Frank Sinatra
Poetry therapy as a practice seems to have originated with New York psychiatrist Smiley Blanton. In his 1960 book The Healing Power of Poetry, he wrote:
“Suppose you are depressed and you read a poem about sadness. If your feelings overflow, if you find yourself crying, then your own sadness is reduced. You realize that others have suffered, and the communion of feeling is helpful. It is like being able to share your grief with someone else, someone who understands.”
The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals. ~ Madame De Stael, French Novelist, 1766-1817
If you're taking risks, you can expect to fall sometimes. Craft a life for yourself that accepts pain as well as pleasure.
Our souls are inseparable from the world's soul. Each day is another chance to heal the world. Send us a Bright Idea to post today.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around a lake. ~ Wallace Stevens