Womandala Journey to the Centre: October 2011

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Sidetracked

Well it's October already and it's hard to believe I haven't blogged since June.

I was a bit sidetracked supporting my daughter in her move to Italy and also our son, through a stressful time completing his Year 12 Independent Research Project. I also took on the task of producing the Class 12 Yearbook. All in all a very busy few months.

I have only painted sporadically and in moments of desperation for some respite. I took myself off to a nearby lake and was exceedingly happy when a black swan came and stood in front of me and leisurely cleaned it's feathers while I quickly sketched it.

Life brings moments of tranquility and I found a day to myself, painting, was enough to recharge the old batteries and give me renewed energy to keep going.

After completing a 'Clear day ' recently, whereby I enjoyed 3 Network spinal entrainments and two breathwork sessions, I was feeling particularly relaxed and in tune with the world.

I woke up at 2.30 am and although I tried to get back to sleep, I couldn't. Eventually I got up and painted an abstract, swirling piece which I am very happy with. The silence of those early hours, when everyone in the house is asleep and I can lose myself in the process has to be some of the most satisfying and peaceful times I experience. I painted this while listening to Alleluia by Robert Glass ( on repeat) ha ha ha .

Prior to this busy period, I had painted a young girl I know and also completed another abstract. All of these are posted today.

I wrote this after being in hospital in Chicago. Keith took me to Fox River and then to an orchard

You come a long way on an aeroplane
You see alot o' things in the slip stream
And when you get to the place your goin'
It's like a dream more than a knowin'

But when you lay back among the flowers on the grass
You see the frogs hoppin' and
the water dancin' past
A little ladybird jitter buggin' to the
rhythm of the crickets tune

Oh, the Fox River is the place to be
After all that concrete in the city
Birds flyin' overhead
Sun shining down on me

All the medicine I need
To bring my spirit back to sanity
A ukulele strummin' a sweet melody
River boats thrummin' in their bellies

It's a good life here for me
Pickin' fresh apples and rasberries
Watchin' the bees swing lazily
Under the leaves of the fruit trees

Oh the Woodstock Orchard is the place to be
After all that concrete in the city
Birds flyin' overhead
Sun shinin' down on me

Oh the sun shinin' down on me
Yeh the sun shinin down on me
The sun shinin' down on me

A song I wrote in Nov 2008

That pinging splash
That tinkling laugh
That shower bath
They're all the same

That rushing creek
That book crit-ic
That hydrant leak
They're all the same

And I can hear it running through
I feel the thread
just weaving through
Can you all hear it running through
The whole of life?

Hear that hammer smash
hear that drummers crash
Hear that rustling cash
They're all the same

Hear that thud of hooves
Hear those party grooves
Hear that singers' blues
They're all the same

Theres just one Universal sound
Expressed and heard so differently
Just like a tapestry in time
I hear it all through everything
Can you just hear it running through
The whole of Life
The whole of Life
Can you just feel it weaving through
the whole of Life

Three sisters Mandala

Last week, I went to sit under a huge Mulberry tree in Subiaco. To my suprise and delight there was a kookaburra sitting on a branch just a little more than an arms length away from me. We sat together for maybe 10 minutes and were then joined by two more kookaburra's. It was one of those special moments in time. Inspired, I painted this mandala originally with a gradation of white through to black, experimenting with light and then decided in the end to add the green leaves of the tree. It is framed in an old plastic clock face which I got at an op shop.