“ One of art’s best qualities is in its untameability: it’s refusal to sit when you shout ‘ Sit! ‘ It’s not a science. It’s not a skill. It’s a poetic force that slips the leash of reason to have its say. Perversely, bad artists are more successful than good artists at keeping the beast at bay. If you are a bad artist you leave no room in which to operate. If you are a great artist you leave lots of room You are basically setting it free. “
“ Creativity in all its forms is a passionate engagement with making something happen. Like falling in love, art is a disturbance of what is; a reordering of existing material; an encounter with otherness; and a baffled certainty that what is happening – long or short, brief or lasting – has to happen (the urgency of love and making). The happening of art renews, replaces or renames the tired old cliches of the obvious. Love changes us. Art changes us.Visual artists do the looking on our behalf in the same way as religious orders used to pray on our behalf. The looking of the artist’s eye creates an object that we in turn pay attention to, because we know you have to look at art. Paying attention in this way both relaxes and stimulates the brain. It hardly matters whether or not you “like” the object in question. Concentration, engagement, the thinking and discussing that follow, lift us out of a mode of being that is purely instrumental. Art galleries are places to stand and stare; places to be human – and that includes being curious and voyeuristic. Familiarity doesn’t breed contempt but it does lead to blurred vision. Visual art is a kind of cataract operation.”
Erica Jong’s words warrant deep reflection: “ The body is wiser than the inhabitant.”
With a committed heart placed in a receptive mind and body – healing is never far away.
Spiritually speaking there is no such thing as a bad experience – only curriculums of learning.
When we explore the spaciousness of peace and serenity within us then we can be certain healing in not far away.
Is healing any the more complicated than being at peace with ourselves?
The healing journey is not a static thing, a polarization of healed, unhealed parts of us which we can or cannot be bridge. In the early stages at least, it’s much more dynamic, a slipping in and out of renewal. We often hit fast runs, the rapids of healing and obviously feel very positive about this experience. Then there are other times when we hit obstructions, or are pushed into quiet, stagnant back waters where our growth is abated. Accept all these movements as part of an ongoing journey of discovery and learning and, above all, remain positive.
Always remember that nothing is wasted on our path to wellbeing – all is harvest.
Quality healing takes time. There are no fast track remedies, no quick fix solutions to eradicate our wounds. It’s a slow, laborious route back to regain our health, to find our centre again so be patient and allow the healing to do its work in its own time, not yours.
We must never over identify with our aches and anxieties. We are greater than these and greater than the fear they generate.
When we release the tight holding on our unwell-ness the gap between our suffering and our heart narrows down – healing can then commence.
We need to create a spaciousness in our hearts that embraces a forgiveness of all our pain and anguish, then healing can enter our lives.
No wounds in, or on, our bodies are unaffected by the tender touch of loving kindness.
We must never attempt to escape from the hurt in our lives, that is to separate ourselves from what requires recognition. Pay homage to what is happening and, with a soft loving touch embrace it with forgiveness and compassion. And in the process we will grow, far beyond what we thought was possible.
In order to let go of our suffering anxiety we must first take ownership of it. Acceptance of our pain is the first step prerequisite of any healing journey.
The path of healing and reconciliation starts in the heart and mysteriously leads inevitably back the heart.
“ Obstacles are never opposed to the path. They are the path. Meditation teachers are always telling students that if they are distracted while meditating, that is the meditation. If you’re trying to be real quiet and still and suddenly the dog starts barking, the instruction they usually give the student is that is now ‘the dog bark meditation.’ That is now the ‘dealing with your alcohol meditation,’ that’s now ‘the screaming children in the background meditation.’ I think that’s wise advice that I try to apply to my own life. “
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome,
And say, sit here,
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Feast on your life.
Why no! I never thought other than
That God is that great absence In our lives, the empty silence
Within, the place where we go
Seeking, not in hope to
Arrive or find.
He keeps the interstices In our knowledge, the darkness
His are the echoes
We follow, the footprints he has just
We put our hands in
His side hoping to find It warm.
We look at people
And places as though he had looked
At them, too; but miss the reflection.
” I Have Learned
So much from God
That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
A Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself
That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even pure Soul.
Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash
Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.”