Artistic expression is an undertaking of reverence toward the soul; of hidden things in the night which will simultaneously expand and unlock its secrets to the advantage of one’s art. But where do these epiphanies come from… esoterically without or within?
Comfort in Your Own Skin
Soul is anything you do for yourself that feels comfortable to you; it centers you, completes you. It could be the clothes you wear, the music you hear, a morning cup of coffee. The soul requires this comfort. What is offbeat to one is soulful to another.
You take the best of life’s mask to protect the soul’s work… a rough exterior, the peace of meditation, or an air of certainty which protects one from attack. We have to function in the world and it is up to each of us to protect the soul from the trappings of the marketplace, society. Yes, you must enter the temporal realm, but be mindful of your center and speak as a wheel rolling out from that center.
The souls depicted in multiple patterns, just as a patchwork quilt using different fabrics of size and beauty. It acts out in different scenes like an Off Broadway play. The different characters in this play are our different personalities, fears, and opinions; our idiosyncrasies and awareness.
There is a continuous dialogue between the inner and outer world accelerated by clues given from the soul in its disguises as dreams, symbols, and intuition. The conscious and unconscious live together as the fish of Pisces where conversations a daily and nightly occurrence just as normal as breathing. When it’s centered, the two fish are swimming in unison; much like the soul and the intellect dancing to the music of the spheres.
Whispers from the Past
Ancestors from the ages whisper in dreams to each subsequent generation to answer the questions they left behind. They occupy the subconscious world leaving clues, waiting for release. We are not living for our ancestors per say as these symbols are archetypical, left behind in each generation, awaiting our personal effect which matures and passes onward, leave-taking to the next generation.
Our dreams, both in deep sleep and waking hours are personal forms of retreat into the subconscious. Through the symbols and images locked within this dark and silent gate, we enter into a new awareness, a sacred, inner sanctuary. As we fall into this retreat, what may have once been considered depression feels more like having tea with our self, a ritual of awareness? This is where we truly empty the self of all we thought we were and come to all we are at the core of our being. We turn our lives into poetry.