Sometimes we are torn. We don’t know what our priorities are. We don’t know what to focus on. The person in the painting is staring ahead with a determined countenance. They are also gazing at the moon.
How do we balance it all? There’s our work. There’s the stuff that is determined by society to be *IMPORTANT*. There are necessary tasks that are required in our day to day for our lives to be happy, healthy and sustainable. We must do what we need to do to keep a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. The baby needs to be changed. There’s no getting around this stuff. We grit our teeth, gird our loins and we forge ahead. We make the 7:15 commuter train with moments to spare. We strive to provide for our loved ones and to do what we need to do to have a comfortable life.
But the Moon is there. She’s still waiting for us. She’s glowing with all the reflected luminescence of the Sun. She’s full of mystery, the planetary equivalent of Mona Lisa’s smile. She shines down on us. If you are very, very quiet and equally still, you may be privileged to hear her giggle like the tinkling of far off wind chimes. She is magic made visible.
I wish for you, in your focus on what is necessary, that you never lose sight of what is truly important.
I like the symbolism of the ladder. I believe that we have the ability to elevate ourselves, our consciousness, our state of being, our lot in life, etc. For me, the eye represents enlightenment so a ladder leading up to the eye represents an individual’s journey to enlightenment. I believe that if we seek, if we ask ourselves the hard questions, we may find answers. I believe in the examined life.
The background colors are different, darker than those that I typically use. The reds and yellows are flame like, the dark and the black like that which has been burnt. There’s a lot of motion in this background, some of it kind of violent. I think it may be how I imagine Hell. I believe that a personal Hell is often the catalyst for change and for the start of one’s journey toward understanding. But even in this background, and perhaps, even in Hell, all is not lost. There is the soft, comforting pink and the white. There is refuge from the fires; there are things that can bring comfort.
There are four painted collage elements. Two are stylized archaic Goddesses. The third is the face of a woman. She may be a Goddess too, as may you. The ones and zeroes spell the word ‘love’ in binary code. Love is always there. It may not be immediately apparent; it may not take the form that you expect to see it in. You may need to look closely. You may need to expand your definition. Love is always there and it takes many forms. Look for it. Plant its seeds. Encourage it to grow where you find it. We are acculturated to think of love as primarily existing in one form. Commercials and popular media sell us Eros, sexual love. Don’t forget Agape, love for one’s children, spouse and deities. Or Philia, ‘brotherly love’, loyalty to family friends and community that grows from virtue, equality and familiarity.
I wish that you find love in all its myriad forms, that you recognize and nurture its seeds and plant many of your own. May we all grow together in love!
I was thinking about healing. About how some people are almost like angels because of the healing effect that they have on our lives. How they calm us and offer us succor. Blue is the color of healing. I have friends who light blue candles in times of illness and strife and focus on blue energy. I cannot help but love blue because I love the ocean. Although changeable, I find the blue of the ocean, the deeper blue much more calming than the blue of the sky. I envision the figure in the painting dreamlike, a healer, a nurse or a doctor. An aura of calmness surrounds her. She may have weathered a storm. A few feathers may have come loose but you can see her heart and feel her love. We are mortal. We try but sometimes we fail. Our hearts and our intentions are what matters.
I wish you peace. I wish you calm. I wish you someone to hold your hand and wipe your brow during the longest nights.