Swishing and swirling and rising up…

Swishing and swirling and rising up…

“It is the soul’s duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.”

~ Rebecca West

Caught up in the swirling waves of the sea, with patterns clashing and colliding, I find my inner walls of resistance are crumbling down in rapid succession.

All the while, a passion project idea has been steadily growing and taking hold of my heart in an undeniable way. It’s shining a light on a path of great expansion, one I am feeling more and more ready (excited) to undertake.

What about you? Is there something calling, urging you to grow into a bigger you? Is there a swirling mass of YOU ready to rise from the sea?

Rumi, beloved Rumi, never fails to create moments of awe as I call upon him for his thoughts on each new painting.

“Light again, and the one who brings light.
Change the way you live.

From the ocean-vat, wine-fire in each cup.
Two or three of the long-dead wake up.
Two or three drunks become lion hunters.

Sunlight washes a dark face.
The flower of what is true opens in the face.
Meadow grass and garden ground grow damp again.
A strong light like fingers massages our heads.
No dividing these fingers from those.

Draw back the lockbolt.
One level flows into another.
Heat seeps into everything.
The passionate pots boil.
Clothing tears into the air.
Poets fume shreds of steam,
never so happy as out in the light.”

~ Rumi

Can you see it? Can you feel it?

Kiernan xo

Crazy for cobalt…

Crazy for cobalt…

“It always comes down to the same necessity; go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.”
~ May Sarton

Where wouldst thou be, if not in the light of thy gifts? If for a time in the pit of darkness?

The mind is a tricky thing. A fox… a coyote… a Kokopeli.

Today I speak in riddles. Isn’t life like that sometimes?

Pulling in different directions. Too many distractions.

A new season is whispering in the wind.

Approaching a panel… opening jars of paint… my heart jumps in the unknown as cobalt has its way with me.

Feeling like I’m following a flow of weather patterns lately… swirling, streaming, colliding.