I experience many different types of Awakenings and Openings to Truth. There are those subtle ones, where things seem to gently shift and open up. There are those sudden ones, where old skin and old ways seem to get ripped off and I am left grateful, although raw in the Bright Light of Wonderment. This was another kind altogether. I was aware from the very beginning that something important was happening. I felt alert and every molecule in my body was starting to vibrate at a slightly higher frequency. Sparks shot across my skin and I found myself giggling excitedly as I waited like a small child for the Greatest Gift of All. My Inner Dragon was stirring in Its’ cave. I could see it vividly. It was beginning to wake from a long and deep slumber. The time to hibernate was over, and I could feel it in the deepest part of my ‘Being.’ As the next few days passed, I began to feel stronger, more powerful. I could feel It spreading across all of my bodies: physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, energetic, and ethereal. My Dragon was stirring, and stretching Its powerful muscles. Opening and closing Its mighty Wings preparing for unstoppable flight once again. My Breath, centered in Fire, warmed the depths of the Cave. The Wind from Those Wings, sent shivers of Ecstacy through me. This painting screamed loud. I had company coming into town in two days, and the house didn’t seem ready, but the painting wouldn’t wait. Dragons do not care that laundry is not done, or that tubs need to be scrubbed. They know what is really the important Work in Life. Poetry was tumbling in my head… “The Dragon Stirs Over the years I left behind pieces. Fragments of me Boxed up & tucked away in the attics of the past. The Dragon lifts its Head Leveling these structures. There are no attics- no boxes That can contain even a piece of me. The Dragon stretches its Wings. My Powers regathered These Wings hold Strength. Overwhelmed with Longing to test Their Flight. My True Self Revealed. Broken out of the self-made walls Never to return. Faced demons with compassion Embraced Dark Angels Grateful for Their Gifts I take Flight. Riding the Winds of Change. Out of My Midnight Into My Sunrise.” My inner dragon was being reborn, and it demanded that I be fully present during labor, and record the event. And so that is what I did….. |
Return to the Void, acrylic on canvas, 24 x 48
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