Earth, isn’t this what you want? To arise in us, invisible? Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly there’s nothing left outside us to see? What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose? (Rainer Maria Rilke)
My heart open cracks….Pain, I guess, is what it takes to find a new way. No wonder so many of us choose to turn to stone.
I am still stuck in a deep hole, but my work, even if playing with the petals from today’s flowers and tomorrow’s stones, and bits and pieces around the studio, and the backyard’s sun, it is still the way I build the ladder out of the hole. Even if I cannot see the light at the top. My persistence, even if blind….I cannot stop it. And it will get me somewhere, some location I don’t yet see. These petals, from Paul’s poppies, will rot, but today I saw every surface and treated them with care. This light was mine, and something was completed.