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.
I love mystery because seeking to understand is so pleasurable for me. When I was in grade school, my favorite type of book involved mysteries and possibilities on a grand scale. I loved the Ancient Astronaut genre. I devoured everything I could find on the premise that we were visited in ancient times by a superior and benevolent race of space beings that came to help. I poured over pictures of the Nazca lines in Peru, complex geometrical styling of animals and shapes that are miles long and were really only discovered when planes started flying over them. How did ancient people form such complex and mathematically precise drawings without our modern technology?! My young mind wondered with the possibilities. My thoughts were filled with crystal skulls, brain surgery done with rock knifes, ancient batteries and images on cave walls of flying machines and beings wearing what looked like space helmets. I scanned the skies for UFOs while I walked my dog at night. I waited for the aliens who come and feed you pancakes. I read everything I could find about Roswell and Project Blue Book. I hoped to stumble across a crop circle in the farmer’s field across the street from my apartment complex. The symbols in this painting came to me and reminded me of crop circles and mysterious geometrics.
I haven’t found what I was looking for, but sometimes, I still look up and wonder.
I hope that you still wonder too. I hope that you look up and think of all the infinite possibilities that are out there. I hope when you think of the Other (whether aliens from across the galaxy or across the border), that you believe that they come here with good intentions even if they don’t bring you pancakes.