Arting, Creation, Ritual
The passion and I are not separate.
We are a field of firewater.
I swim through the arts to reconnect with sacred expression, to give shape and form and voice to a floodgate opened in the deeper pools of psyche
Humbled and inspired by teachers
who have looked to the original sacred intention of ritual
and liberated that seed from its dusty china cabinet of dogma
to express without concretizing
to expose without hiding, without self consciousness
to discover, explore, remember
the opening to divinity, to space awareness, to our sacred communion and union
without relegating my humanity to the sidelines
without elevating my humanity to a narcissistic chase for ME
to explore what asks to be seen, to be shared
for the healing within and between us, that is recognized in the sacred mirror of witness
what would the art, the ritual of my faith look like, feel like, move like
freshly realized here and now?
i bow deeply to traditions which have held and nurtured me
and i explore how the essence of that opening could be raw
fresh and alive and pungent...the smell of wet earth
this portal within me, between me and psyche, between you and me
the framework i've inhereted cannot describe, cannot explain, the profound healing and opening i've experienced, i've witnessed, through deep expression. "it should not work that way." What is this process, by which moving through a force, a force moving through me, telling a story, birthing an image...opens me to be free of its solidity? Opens me to greater care, greater response-ability, greater sight. Here now, that thing Rumi said, of the field... I'll see you there.