So as not to wake my slumbering family, the iPod was put into service playing Anugama, Sweetness of the Earth, as I blind dance painted over my earlier attempt. (Bennie noticed water had been sprayed onto the canvas before applying the paint ~ which I neglected to do at my first go-around. I saw it made a difference after Bennie's creation.) There is nothing like letting one's fingers glide through paint on the canvas or paper or wood or stone. It is direct, primal, visceral. As much as I enjoy some technical skill at drawing and painting, the free-form movements of fingers in paint on surface pings. It sends a signal to Source ~ I am here. I am listening. Tell me the story of this moment ~ a story that can only come through me because it is my story of Life. That same signal would move through you. Then your stories of Life in that moment, the ones only meant to come through you, would be seen by the World. I've got a pretty good idea everyone has this connection. It's just not always through painting. That shouldn't keep folks from trying to paint though. There are over a billion pathways to God Hirself as there are over a billion people on this Earth.
This is the morning I needed.
|The second, more fluid, attempt at some blind dance painting.|
My morning meditation.
|The layer I played with last night on the other canvas.|
|Other stuff in progress on the Table of Candle Conflagration.|
|Bennie playing with her painting this morning.|
|Bennie's blind dance painting.|