This morning I woke up blissfully early - warm sunlight shining through onto a little patch of my bed. I adjusted so that my body nestled into that little sun spot. Aaaah. I lay there, warming my face in the sun, for nearly two full hours... thinking, meditating, dozing, dreaming. When I finally pulled myself out of bed, I stood up with gusto and drama and thought to myself "SHE HAS RISEN!" I giggled - I was (and still am!) pretty darn proud of my Easter-related humor.
So I just finished my art project, and looking back at it now, I realize that it probably looks exceptionally religious, especially considering that today is Easter, the resurrection of Christ. But it really isn't. Well it is spiritual, it just isn't Christian, and I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with Jesus. But it does have to do with me.
"Often torn ground is ideal for seed
That can root disappointment deep enough
To yield a harvest that cannot wither:
A deeper light to anoint the eyes,
Passion that opens wings in the heart,
A subtle radiance of countenance:
The soul is ready for its true other."