Today I had the lovely opportunity to meet a new person who does incredible artistic work. She obviously pours her soul- her whole self- into her work and the work pours itself back into her, a mutually sustaining practice.
I find that the more I engage my own soul purpose, more of these people appear in my path. They inspire me, help me and show me that the life I can’t quite dream up for myself is indeed possible. I find myself feeling recognition when I meet a soul which has found it’s beautiful and unique expression. For Marilyn, who I met today, her healing, her medicine, her work is creating Labyrinths. She spread several out on her floor. She had gorgeous paper paintings on the wall with beautiful designs. One of them was a butterfly pattern in a circle of blue and white. The circle border was the path leading into the contour of the wings. She stood reverently before this painting, arms upraised tracing various configurations as she moved in, out and around the design. It was beautiful and sacred to watch her. It was like dance and worship and beauty reflecting beauty.
As I sit remembering, I am savoring the experience of simply being present with someone as they speak and dream and share about a pursuit which captures them and brings them deeper down into its mystery and our own mystery. I appreciated her dreaming and scheming and listening as we looked at a design I hoped to incorporate. I could see and feel the creative spirit moving through her. She had me walk a new design that was a long rectangle so it could be used in a hallway. At the end/center of the path, she had drawn concentric arches that invited one into a threshold instead of an ending. Standing in the several thresholds of that path, I was moved to say, “yes” with every step to remind me that I am choosing to walk into the center of everything. I am choosing my own dying, my own birth. And we had opportunity to sit in some silence, a gift for her she said. The silence is rich. It is one more threshold.
So tonight I am grateful. I am grateful to see the Beloved, the Divine Friend in the eyes and the art and the work of another. I am grateful that my own reflection in their presence brings me into my own holy center, from where my love and my art and my work emerge. I am not only grateful to Marilyn, but also to the many many countless people who have gifted me with their deep selves. Some of them have shared their work, their story, some a simple gaze that speaks more profoundly than anything. We are present here together in this beautiful, difficult, wonderful and amazing world. We are gifts for one another. I thank the Universe to be witness to such unfolding Light as it is constantly born among us. I thank the Love beyond all Love that I can look around and meet so many eyes and think, “Oh yes, I know you. I recognize you.”