The lesson this time … we don’t create pictures, artwork, we create community. It starts with a dream, deep in the center of your soul, brought to light, nurtured to life, and returning to a dream.
As I write this I’m watching, listening to, M.C. Richards: The Fire Within for the third time tonight … the story of poet, potter, artist, M.C. Richards. Her immensely powerful voice has become part of my recovery. I watch the DVD from time to time, taking the opportunity to have presence with her. Each time I watch it, my life is changed. Her words mingle with mine in this post. They seep into my spirit and become part of me.
The hinged wooden box full of my mother’s old pastels rests at my hip, as I put color on boards. Loving … feeling the colors. Heart opening to M.C.’s words, creating community. My fingertips covered with carmine, cadmium yellow, and cyclamen red. A Wave of Not Knowing, Heart’s Center. I am moved … changed.
“Authenticity is spiritual presence.”
“Be guided by the things that please you deeply.”
Take good care,
