Honey, I always thought you were wiser than I. Now I know you are just like me. Sometimes you know things…mostly you guess. My journey brought me straight into your path. You were shelter from the storm. Though nearly everything else has changed, one thing clearly has not. In this moment. You. Still. Hang the moon.
If this moment were music, it would be a symphony. Music so filled with gratitude that joy overtakes the notes. Takes them captive, dances in little whirlwinds. Coming together then moving apart. Rejoicing, rejoicing, again and again.
You’ve been drinking the same water for years. It tastes fine….
Until one day, you are handed a glass of pure, crystal clear water.
This is amazing! Unbelievable! You wonder what you’ve been drinking all these years. Was it even water?
So it is with love. When you experience a love that penetrates to your depth—love that knows, accepts, prefers, envelops, bestows, heals—then all that is not love is now perceptible.
We live in a murky realm. We attempt to give love. We long to receive love. But there are so many guards blocking the way.
Vulnerability would surely reveal the shame, insecurity, unworthiness that is buried deep within.
We spend precious energy protecting old wounds—energy that, if released, could nurture the love we crave.
But we don’t notice, and instead tolerate the familiar landscape. We drink the water we know.
Then love cracks open the door and shines its pure light, offering a glimpse of the truth we secretly hoped was there. We recognize the impurity and resignation of our lives. We now know what is possible.
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My name is Patience. I have, for most of my life, consciously and unconsciously been looking for someone whose real name is True. When I was very young, I spoke with him continuously. He heard me and sometimes directed me to more understanding of himself. Part of my journey has led me through what is best described as a tangled forest. It is not dark or scary, though I see the potential. Fear is kept at bay by recognizing the power light has in giving shadows their own kind of beauty. Light is Lord of all. Light is Love and beauty, and joy, and more. Light is so unthreatened it lends its power to shadows. I have run into many shadows in this tangled forest. Occasionally there are other travelers here as well. One such traveler nearly convinced me his name was True. I am still not entirely sure it is not. He is a divided soul. In the shadows, he spoke to me in whispers telling me of love and sweetness and pleasure. In the light, he became someone else entirely. He changed from warmth to ice. His demeanor changed entirely. His countenance was so different in the contrast. Shadows and light are for him, completely different. Usually shadows submit to the light and become more one with it. How could this happen to someone? The only explanation I can find for the division of his soul is pain. He must have felt so much pain about a part of himself that he tried to cut the shadows out. In this way, he would only feel whole if he were unaware of the other. When he played the shadow part, he left out the light, and when he stood in the light, he could not join with his own shadow. We are all souls living in this world of shadows. It is necessary to make peace with both. We are who we are, complex and simple. One thing I know about this is we can’t have whole relationships unless we can be honest about both sides of ourselves. There is so much more to this truth. There is more to us all than we know.
It was early Sunday morning in Anacostia, D.C. We had driven paintings to my gallery in Georgetown. Susan and I wanted to drive through the area to get some referral photos. I like to incorporate local images from the area surrounding the gallery. Anacostia was considered unsafe for 2 women to drive through alone, but I have never paid much attention to that kind of warning. (An inherent dislike of fear.) I discovered, in Susan, a like-minded soul. She had her Dad’s CINCPAC hat! What more did we need? I saw this peaceful gardener working with her hands in the dirt and immediately knew it would live on a canvas. There were many people dressed for church on the streets. Most smiled and waved at our bright faces. This painting has always been a reminder for me to expect goodness from other people. To expect goodness from the great mystery which is life. This image of a sweet gardener became “Sowing Good Seed”. The seeds continue to grow and to flower, and to give others a reason to smile.
Making a living in the art world has been quite a journey. In my early years of painting, there was only one motivation in me to do art: Joy. Already an adult before touching a canvas with paint and brush, the surprise of my new found skill was more magical than it would have been had I been aware of it before. It can safely be said the whole process was like living on the surface of a helium balloon. I was filled with the joy of creating. Joy had eluded me in the previous 40 years. Looking back objectively, I see many incarnations of my artist self. For several years, my work sold well, without any effort on my part – other than participating in showing it. Then the economic downturn of the last few years became a part of my experience. I had grown to rely on sales for living and eating and paying my bills. There were voices demanding the kind of attention my skill level was not equipped to address. Pain is often a doorway to revelation. Marketing was introduced to me. It was a whole new concept. Market my work to sell it. At first it was not in the least appealing. It felt phony. Then I decided to approach marketing with my artist self. Marketing is an extremely creative vocation. Having already sold a lot of art, I knew that for me, in defining my motivations I did not have to be untruthful. I could reveal more of my sense of humor and my compassionate side without losing my work’s originality. I discovered that marketing is about relationship. In learning some new skills, I have also begun to place boundaries around my artist self. The main ones are Joy, Fun, and Laughter. If I am not laughing a lot, if there is no joy in it, there will be no fun. I have discovered joy is worth more than wealth. In fact, my thought here is joy IS wealth.
We are in the process of learning how to live in Love. That’s what I want! After class on Wednesday, we usually have lunch together. After we ate, this past week, we talked for over an hour. Patsy asked each of us what we know to be our purpose in life. I answered as well as I could at that moment. Today, after meditating on the question, I realize my answer to be incomplete. The truest answer is this: I want to keep growing Love in my spirit. Rather I want to stay nestled in Love’s arms. The journey is eternal. We can determine to grow in Love. No matter what our failures have been. We can begin again and again. I am an artist. One part of this for me is to tell my story in image or in words. This is another moment of clarity for me. I am filled with such gratitude!
“Allow yourself to experience every note the heart can play.” Michael Singer