Rhiannon, Epona, Chariot–GO!
Let music carry you through fear
the chickadee’s song is sweet–listen
spring is not the only season for flowering.
Decorum–what does that mean to nature
when Venus is in retrograde,
love stands on its head
while in love, everything is ultra.
The islanders tell stories
hearts are many shades of red
chant the sacred syllable
that opens yours.
Dive into love, don’t make excuses
even the aristocrats can’t buy it.
Have a love couturier design your dress
old clothes can no longer be altered to fit.
Start brand new–make it easy.
I thought I should have a love poem of sorts to share today, Valentine’s Day. Truth is that I’m not celebrating it myself. Not like in years past. But then, love is at its best when it’s expansive and inclusive…like I love the stars at night, the new fallen snow, the crisp winter air, the smile from a stranger or a friend, the clear eyes that greet me above the mask, a funny film, the opossum or rubber tree plants, sun on my face and more. I could find thousands of things and sentient beings to be in love with today. I’m going to go outdoors between the snowflakes to see who or what wants love today.
I continue to post paintings from the year 2016 on this blog and recall the inspiration behind them. It was a prolific year for me. I painted almost daily. And when I couldn’t, I felt antsy and frustrated. Picking up that brush and moving paint around often felt like the most grounded and satisfying part of my day.
There was an early winter blizzard–a storm that blocked impasse. The highway north was closed. My friend was in hospice care thirty miles north of where I live. There was no chance of me getting there to sit with her. Thus, this cow…this pink cow! I have no idea where this came from or what it actually symbolizes. I only know that this is exactly what I was supposed to paint in the moment.
Making art engages you. It takes you on a parallel journey to whatever else is going on in your life. Surrender is a large part of the creative process. Through surrender, you discover something beyond what you already know about yourself and
the creative process.
Inherent in the surrender is a leap of faith. Faith that what you are painting is serving some purpose beyond what you realize. Yes, it is a distraction or a diversion from whatever else is going on in your life. And, it also helps to integrate a difficult feeling. It can offer a degree of acceptance in a circumstance where we feel helpless. Calling on creativity in these moments heals something within. There is a sense that this is exactly what you’re supposed to be doing in this particular moment in time.
My friend passed away later that day. Whenever I see this painting, I am reminded of her Goddess presence.
What purpose has art and creativity in all of its forms served for you? The old biblical saying “Don’t hide your light under a bushel” comes to mind…we each have a gift to be shared. In the times of sheltering at home, it seems to take an added effort to discover ways to share your light…but then, you are creative beyond measure and I’m guessing you’re going to come up with some way to let your light be seen.
Is this then…
© by Christine O’Brien
Is this then what Armageddon looks like?
The face of the moon has turned red.
She peers through a window of gray smoke.
Tonight her expression is one of concern.
Did she realize that things would come to this?
Has the world savior raised her hands, surrendered
and retreated to some far off secret cave, irresolute
about how the story of humanity concludes?
I’ve been praying for a friend for the end of the world.
He literally showed up on my doorstep
a couple of weeks ago.
To paint my house.
I dreamed of him first…
that he would come
that I would ask for comfort
that he would oblige
then want more.
That I would send him away
that his drug-lost son
“Away, go away.”
The air quality is unhealthy again today.
Another day indoors
sipping teas and taking herbal remedies
to soothe the throat and lungs.
There are things I have yet to say
to offer to a weary world
the one we continue to create
through our indifference.
Even when we rise to smoky skies and
fires that aren’t easily quenched–
Even when the fire is battling back
and only 41% contained
and we are dependent upon
the direction of the wind.
While firefighters use the elements
to battle one against the other
coupled with chemical pollutants
because we are desperate
to protect all that we built
even when we know that life is
Even when the old dreams go up in smoke and flame
and we finally fall to our knees
and join the world savior in surrender
(for you too are her)
we feel the flutter in our secret heart caves
that something is going to be born,
something better, truer.
We hold vigil
while finding ways to speak
ways to act.
Even while we are uncertain,
we understand that there is now
and we can do this,