A severe restriction of passion, brooding, slow restraint. Smoldering heat, incubating the egg…one seeks cooling of watery mist. Awakening with slow heat in the crucible of life. Embers glow to the yoke and dissipate in my brain. Dancing in destruction, flowing…
In my meditation, blue energy, what seemed like was air pouring through my head into my solar plexus, while from the ground there was fiery red energy coming into my body. These two energies meeting caused a molten yellow fire…
“If Alchemy is the art of fire, and Alchemists are “artists of fire,” then the alchemist must be able to know all kinds of fire, all degrees of fuel, sources of fire, fuels of fire. And the alchemist must be…
The image has its own existence. It affects us and we affect it. Each image has a unique voice, that is ever-changing as we are. Below is the image speaking. The white zone wants to suck in the landmass, wants…
Current Images from our explorations with moving into the phenomena of the space within the images.
Do the colors of everything we have encountered make up the colors of ourselves?
Another report from our group! Connected, supported, a caravan of strong wise women…artists, thinkers, poets… travelling through the Imaginal World.ExcitedOpenIn wonderListening…A story, a memory, an ah ha!another chapter in the Great Mystery
A Report from one of our lovely group of artists. Beginning with the invitation to recall a childhood memory of color, pictures of my distant past return in vivid detail along with the sensual impressions of all that I felt,…
Images Below are from an exercise in finding memories in childhood where one really felt color as presence. We discovered the longing for color, the awe in us was revitalized.
In our class last week, Kat introduced color as a way of honoring our personality as it is in service to the divine source. This aim is the superexistence of the higher personality, attained by reunion with the individual’s own…
I am certain of nothing but the heart’s affection and the truth of the imagination John Keats The image is a lens how you see the world. Art is a perspective. What is it like to be in a temple…
Things will tell you who they are, if you listen, surrender to them like a lover. Henry Corbin