i was walking down the driveway when i noticed water pooling under the house. i asked the clergywoman, one of three living there, if they had a leak. she said, "no, the water has always been there. don't worry."
the water has always been there. she seemed so confident...so sure...playful even. but water makes me nervous. especially when i find it in places where i think it ought not be.
her certainty had a calming effect, and i wondered...how does she know that? and...what is it like to live in a house with a spring beneath it? and not just any spring mind you...an eternal spring...one that has always been there.
i am a child not yet confirmed sitting - well... fidgeting in my sunday best next to my mother on the left side of the sanctuary where an hour seems longer than eternity at communion time she takes a few extra elements from the plate as it passes and presses them surreptitiously into my small palm and as she sips the welches from the tiny glass cup she makes sure to leave a few drops the sacrifices she made for me i'm only now beginning to understand
this mandala has a mirror in the center, as well as around the perimeter, so that whoever looks at it, becomes part of it. i call it the eye of the beholder. it is my hope that as you see yourself reflected in the mandala, you will see your own beauty.
I am a contemplative artist, combining traditional mediums and digital technology to create unique images. I have two blogs: A Magic Mom and Her Mandalas, dedicated primarily to the art form of the mandala, and The Sacred Alter, which focuses on what I can only describe as "art birthed from the soul." I hope you will enjoy visiting both.