In coping ahead from a stressful week-long exam I was graciously excused from posting last month. So, back in January, a story was shared with me. I want to share it with you. Take it in good humor as a reminder to why we do this.
Since this is my first post of the year let me tell a fabulous Holiday story. I gave a very-short rendition of the events that transpired last year that brought the “mothers” of this blog together: the independent struggles and creative endeavors, the amazing art and re-connections. I showed selected samples of each of our works and closed the presentation with a blurb about this blog and our hopes for the future of continued self-care.
At the start of the new semester I was approached by a colleague, K. She presented me with several sheets of coffee-cup sized mandalas in black & white. She proceeded to tell me how she had a friend who after some time at the hospital was becoming depressed. She gifted her a mandala coloring book, one of those they sell anywhere (find them online or at your local book store). A couple of days later her friend reported having colored ALL the mandalas and needing another mandala-fix. They did not cure her, but they provided a much sought-after and necessary outlet.
And so it goes… 2012 has started with the sharing of mandalas by the Mandala Maker Amy and K. The readers of this blog have also been challenged to start your own odyssey and let it take its own course. Here’s a secret, let the creative moment be your guide. Be liberated.
CHALLENGE: Practice a non-judgmental stance with your own work allow it to take you where it may.
In the midst of work, school, and home-life I have been holding-onto a blank mandala card. It was mailed to me by the Mandala Maker (Amy) with the request to return it once complete. Has it already been a month? Or more? I no longer find that I have time to leisurely dedicate myself to the simple pleasures of creative expression. Not in the ways I was used to. But, such is life – ever changing. Yes, I have carried it with me for weeks and have been working for 5minute intervals. The spark that fueled the initial strokes is gone. Having burnt itself out (as it should have after a creative undertaking). Since the image has adapted and taken-on new life, new symbols. I have grown at peace with once crippling negative space. It has become the much needed silence after a stormy day.
Here is my first mandala of 2012: After the Rain.
|*Bad photo the paper is white through here it looks ivory.|