This week I’ve awoken and walked outside into springtime. There are dandelions running riot over my lawn and the air is warm and humid. A favorite moment in greeting each day has been to witness the dew clinging to the blades of grass as the day begins. It rained last night so everything was permeated with hydration and the promise of sunlight; together, they form live-giving and sustaining necessities. It’s been the type of memory that I want to imprint on my soul, a brief moment where the season feels encapsulated in a dewdrop. What sensory memory speaks “springtime” to your heart?
It is a beautiful day outside where I live and the arrival of spring is upon us. Each spring, I am welcomed back into the season of growth and expansion by daffodils blooming in my yard. I love that they require no effort or attention and yet return again and again to brighten my spirits. They serve as a superb reminder that not all growth requires conscious effort. What is blooming in your life today?
I pulled the first Daily Works of Art card today which focused on creating a representation of the Divine. My mind immediately conjured images of warm sunlight and fire, glowing with softness and inviting connection. The Divine is more than a parent, but I find myself drawn most frequently to divinity in parental form, given my own lack of connection with my physical parents.
What I seek from Divinity in this space of consciousness is nurturing. I disagree passionately who think Divinity needs to be violent and harsh towards us in our failures in order to be complete; our most base instincts as humans do not need ascended representation. All this to say, a warm, inviting glowing presence, offering safety and comfort, is what I hold as Divine in my mind today.
In order to create a representation of this form of Divinity, I first started by opening some blinds and allowing light to pour into my house. I next lit several candles to cast a glow in every direction. Finally, I drew an digital image of a flame, as it allows for both light and heat to be generated.
I found myself wondering what this experience would be like through other senses, so I also listened to a video of a bonfire burning and held my hand over one of the candles to feel the warmth. I’m not sure what smells and tastes remind me of this, perhaps hot chocolate?
It fascinates me to consider my feeble artistic endeavors as perhaps the attempts of my mind to make manifest what my unconscious holds; I want to communicate my experiences with others in ways that are not solely reliant on language. I feel embarrassed by my ignorance as I think this is likely Day 1 of art theory, but for the first time in my life I’m living in this creative space, not simply being told about it by someone else. I’m still not brave enough to share what I’m making with many people, but I believe that will come with time. What is your internal representation of the Divine? Through which sense(s) do you find yourself translating your experiences?