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Exploring the Mysterious

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

The spiritual and mythical lore of women have, through history been erased, plundered, burnt and forced into a non-important resource.  I believe, all of these stories share an instinctual archetype and there is always an element of innate danger in anything mysterious, wild and uncontrollable. The mystery of the feminine is being reclaimed and etched into our psyche again.

I love exploring the spirituality of the forgotten feminine, be it in dreams, myths, or truths hidden in mysterious legends. It is one of the things that my art allows me to explore…the mysterious!

There is a Navajo legend of the Changing Woman. According to this legend, Changing Woman comes closest to representing Earth and the natural order of the Universe. She represents the cycle of the Seasons, Birth (Spring), Maturing (Summer), Growing old (Fall) and Dying (Winter), only to be reborn again in the Spring. Changing Woman is mysterious and meant to be explored and shared.

(To find out more on this Native American legend, visit: http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/Changing_Woman-Navajo.html).

(Image: “Changing Woman/ShapeShifter”- Mixed Media)

There is a sense of the mysterious, everywhere, our challenge is to bask in it, share it fearlessly and allow it to shape us, not conquer it until it is only dust that slips through our fingertips.

How do you define mysterious? Does it excite you or make you tread carefully?  I look forward to reading your answers and comments.

Our humanness is a mystery. Peace to you and yours.

Vacant – IF

Saturday, November 1st, 2008

When my family and I visited Albuquerque, Sante Fe & Taos, it was an incredible trip!

Out of all the beautiful people, places and things I saw, painted, sketched, and photographed, it was the vacant or abandoned things that stand out in my mind.

During our various outings on the road during this trip, I saw this vacant log cabin in the middle of the desert. My family was appalled that I wanted to stop, get out of the car and go inside of it!

After reassuring them “that crazy Mommy” would be very careful and only wanted to see the outside up close and take a few photos. My “craziness”….uh…curiosity got the best of me and I had to go inside.

It was a beautiful vacant room. Beautiful, intricate patterns and textures, the house itself was a one room house with windows and no door, as if beckoning all on that road to stop by, come in and “look” at the stillness and vacancy.

That place, that cabin, that vacant room stays in my mind inventing its own stories of why, how and who as with all vacant places, people and things.

Vacancy has business in humanity…fill the space…the thing and the people…Peace to you all.