Magic Morning Mandala

One moment it was there, another moment it is gone. One moment we are here, and another moment we have gone. And for this simple moment, how much of a fuss we can make... how much violence, struggle, conflict, anger and hatred. All for this small moment! It puts me in mind of what it is like waiting for the train on a platform at a station; for this little span of time we create so much fuss: fighting, hurting each other, trying to be right, to have the last word, to dominate - all that posturing. And then, the train comes into the station, you get on, and you are gone forever.

This is my mandala for later in the morning, after the 'phone call'. Riding BART, while listening to a meditation tape, and having brought my sketch pad and pencils with me, I made a conscious choice to let the art heal me and to wait, and to simply do "nothing." To actually let the moments move me forward to the life I choose to live. I had to follow my heart, as opposed to my mind . I chose to think about where there was love in my life - and my son came to mind - and I drew this mandala from my the place where my heart resides in love and peace.

Dreamtime Mandala

I was awaken out of my sleep by an unexpected phone call that was short, yet powerful in its alerting me to the burgeoning reality that friends are not what they appear to be and illusion and insanity are mirrors of each other. The growing awareness that you can spend years being friends, only to find out that faces are often just the 'dress-up' for the distorted life conditions that people go for so long to cover up. I had to wrestle with majoar feelings of smoldering rage, anger, and retaliation. Which I had to meditate to understand - was only masking my deep feeling of pain and disillusionment. By covering my wounds with revenge it would be like building armor around myself, and that would have prevented me from being healed. My lashing out at others would keep me from getting the love and nourishment I needed from myself. I had to journal immediately to release this 'thing'.

Bedtime Mandala

Before going to sleep I was reflecting on what the mandala of my present moment would reflect, and the spiral came to mind. How much of what our day looks like when the day comes to a close is a good thought to take to bed with you. Is it filled with the presence of a hero or a coward? Have I done all that I could that day? Is there peace of mind or too much still going on internally to relax and let go?

In this madala I am releasing the clutter of the day and taking with me to sleep a restful and open and unclutterd day. Open to whatever the next day should bring.

Meditation Space w/Natural Healing Elements

Lemons are my first physical substance of the day. The external acids combine with my internal acids and I become neutralized. I pull them fresh off the tree in the morning when I go out to inhale my first deep fresh air. I smell the skin of the lemons. I bring them to my altar where I have crystals for grounding and clarity, and potpourri to transport my senses to a higher place, and my bell which I use to instantly ground my thoughts and which sends a beautiful vibration throughout me internally and into my external environment. I like glass because it reflects light back, reminding me that no matter what the shade of predicament that I come across, I am still capable of seeing through to the intent of the matter, and to continue moving forward on my path.