The Moon, Shabbat musings, Romantic Pots fall in love and The Pot of Bewilderment
Since the November 8th 2016 election I find myself wandering through
a labyrinth of many emotions with many companions by my side....
I turn to drawing and allow my feelings to emerges
in the form of the dark shapes of
Lurking Uncertainties
that now populate our daily life.
I am grateful to find humor,
grateful for Shabbat
and grateful to gaze upon Goya's drawings ( more about that in another post)
I am grateful to gaze upon the eternal comforting feminine moon
that was just full.
Here are my musings on this time.
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Since the November 8th 2016 election I find myself wandering through
a labyrinth of many emotions with many companions by my side....
I turn to drawing and allow my feelings to emerges
in the form of the dark shapes of
Lurking Uncertainties
that now populate our daily life.
I am grateful to find humor,
grateful for Shabbat
and grateful to gaze upon Goya's drawings ( more about that in another post)
I am grateful to gaze upon the eternal comforting feminine moon
that was just full.
Here are my musings on this time.
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For the last two nights the Full Moon has come in so close to earth. Two nights ago I gazed up into its wonder as feathery clouds lined up like so many angels coming in to sing to earth a comforting song...a comforting ethereal song....
The earth keeps spinning, the moon waxes and wanes and in the full light of the femininc moon we wonder. Last weeks election results have us spinning and wondering, but the cycles of the moon remain. The woman many of us hoped would be elected was not, yet feminine wisdom remains. We wander into a labyrinth of wonder and dismay, hoping not to get lost in our fears and anxieties.
the moon came in so close as if to bring us some comfort, some healing hope, some subtle feminine energy reminding that this strong inner light is not as bright as the sun, but holds its own wisdom..... I felt held by its beauty gazing upwards as the luminous clouds lined up...
as if angels came in close as well, to comfort and console.
as if angels came in close as well, to comfort and console.
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I went to a lovely pottery opening a few nights ago...the simple pots on shelves sang their song and I drew them, as well as the anxious conversations all around...
My sense of whimsy emerged as I drew the pots. Nope, they did not vote, they just remain our objects of beauty to be used and adored.
I drew two pots falling in love amid the conversations as well as the ever present dark lurking shapes of uncertainty that populate my sketchbook now.
I hold onto the peace and rhythms of Shabbat in my own hand hewn ways.
The need for spiritual rest and insight remains. In facing challenging times, I feel more than ever the need to curl up within the sacred shell of Shabbat..I just want to curl up inside the shell of comfort, rest and forgetfulness... to let go of the world for a day and come back to it invigorated with insight.
I took a lovely Cat Nap with my kitties!!
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The next day I
Wandered the halls of Mia,
my brother and I paused before our favorite paintings as always.
After sitting and musing by the Fountain of Goodness
I turned and went briefly into the African Art Gallery
There before me was this ancient African pot
a very round figure pulling at its mouth
with the other hand
in a questioning pose.
The expression on the face is one of
bewilderment, fear and anxiety.
I named it:
The Pot of Bewilderment: What have we Done?
All for now.
