to the woman i will be and am finding

hold a river in your palm,
imagine ways to drink it down
to send it deep into your belly.
let it wind around your hips
like a green scarf, una bufanda verde,the truth of the river in your womb.
hold a river
hold a river
let it hold you,
let it dance you from the stars to the earth,
into the sea and onto the backs of birds,
into the eyes of your sons, the sun
your songs, la sangre, the blood of the river you hold.
hold a vine in your palm, let it wrap around your fingers,
down your wrists and soft-skinned forearms,
across and around your breasts like red rivers
dripping from your heart--tu corazon--the core of your human being.
always know that you are the song
you are the rhythm and the stillness
in between the spaces
deep in the bright blooms, the fruit that softens in the waters, the serpent
that sings sings sings sings sings sings...
remember
because you hold the river forever
you are the Eve of lush gardens
la vivante--vivir--reviving life in pools
filled again and again.





copyright 2013

worldbridging

the process of creating is an expression of my power as a human being.  making something out of nothing is nothing short of magic.  my spiritual practice has come to involve ritual as a way of bridging my inner worlds with the physical world, which then allows me to imbue my everyday activity with meaning.

once my life came to a standstill.  i could not find meaning in my existence and in the routines i used to punctuate my days.  instead of feeling nothing, i felt too much and it overwhelmed me.  i was not taught how to there was no way to channel the intensity of feeling, away from me, through me, somewhere it would not have a destructive impact on my surroundings, other people or myself. i turned to art as a way of channeling. later it became an avenue for healing, self-reflection and self-discovery.

these days images carry with them meanings that have already been assigned by institutions, groups, ...i absorb so many images in my day-today life that it becomes a practice in itself to distill from the images i create my personal meanings, the magic that brings me joy or pierces my heart.

as the world becomes more heavily populated. as technology allows individuals to gather information with lightning speed, the edges of separation between cultures, teachings, begin to blur, do we fight to delineate or do we allow the components to blend into mist? in painting i outline shapes in dark hues, perhaps a way to distinguish their solidity, while at the same time their smallness and repetition causes them to become part of a unified field.

as quantum physics begins to reveal proof of the interconnection between all things, of the ability to remember both the past and the future, to see the unseen and feel the emotions of others within our own bodies, is start to explore my process as a way of deciding what i want to keep distinguished and succinct and what i want to permeate the boundaries of  understanding.  while my own experience is porous, i still claim the power to be the gatekeeper of my own borders.

for me the magic of shamans, healers, psychics and time travelers is available to us all.   in meditation i can command my mind to "be still." what is really happening is that i am deciding to open to the field of consciousness, the Source of everything in which there are no separations.  when the gates close, my thoughts echo off the walls.

new moon

i am always looking for people to heal.  is that my personality? my soul path? my conditioning?  damnit, HEAL THYSELF!  who else is more deserving?

be open.

throw yourself into your art, for creativity is the greatest healing force you can encounter.