It is midsummer, azure blue skies, singing birds. These two things alone bring such delight into my day. I revel in the feel of them, the pure bliss of their presence. The Allman Brothers sing “…you’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day…” oh the love love.One gorgeous sunny day connects with every delicious sunny day I have ever known, like beautiful beads on a long strand of life. Some have little birds on them, others flowers or bugs, and some cool crystal water with watermelon colored rims. A sweet bead holds the heart of summer love and another the graceful waves of green grasses waving in cooling breezes. Bead after bead, multi-colored millefiori, a thousand flowers, faceted and plain, bold and soft, prismatic and opaque, to play through my fingers as mala beads with their mantra of scent and sound. They wrap and drape whispering their stories, reminders of continuity and returns. To cherish; to treat and hold as dear; to prize, treasure; to nurture. And as such I cherish these days, these beads of summer and hold them dear; prized, treasures of golden booty, aquamarine lined. And I nurture them with thanks and gratitude in simple appreciation for their bounty rich patina, bead strands layered in color and texture. Sing to these days, harmonize with the birds, flutter as butterflies, adorn in the colors of the summer rose or a field of wildflowers. Don the diamonds of morning dew glistening upon the web of Grandmother Spider, good weavings to herald the days. Feel the sun upon your skin and hair; sweet kisses to make young the love of the mighty heart. Dance fairy light; rompin’ rowdy; move, move your feet upon the grass, sand, earth, clay… but stir it up, gather beads and string them high and low. Gather them as a storyteller; let them burst upon summers tongue and tease the palate for more… more. Nurture up, big, deep and wide. Nurture the summer within and without with delicious light and bright. Hold them cherished; beautiful bountiful beads of lush summery goodness.
If you are a regular reader of my blog you know I am relentless is stirring the creative juices; inciting, inviting, inspiring. Creation is the core of existence and the expression of Infinity. Creativity and artistry surround us everyday from the air we breathe, to the cloth we wear, the sound within our hearing… Creativity is our innate gift and birthright from the embrace of Divinity. We are creation and so we inherently create. We create from how we experience ourselves in the world and beyond the world. Creativity is exciting as it is in relation to our earthly life yet lives beyond time and space and takes us into our infinite self. Creativity is alive with a pulse and purpose released through the collaboration between ourselves and the creative muses which exist as sources of provocation and inspiration. Creativity is organic, elemental, soul inspired, ultimate expression, purposeful ~ purposeless, for the sheer love of the creation.
Artistic expression is the pure form of creativity in motion. Sometimes it is grand, sometimes it is small. Always it is grand, always it is small. We create in our hearts eye, our minds eye before we ever embark upon the outward expression. Art begins in a humble and bold gesture of translating the internal into the external. It is a journey of articulation from vision to tangibility. When completed it will travel a path of its own, as it rides its own scope, its own wave through the collective conscious and unconscious. There is no standard of judgment as art is…period. It is art when we prepare a cup of tea and it is art when we take medium to hand.
We are art, so be Art. As within, so without, the inside and the outside are the same. We are creativity and so therefore art and creativity surround us as well. We co-operate in the great stewardship of abundance. None are exempt. Art and creativity are not respecters of persons, places or things. And hear this ~ Pure artistic expression is not classist, elitist, gender driven or economically motivated, nor does it bow or bend to powers which be, suffer suppression, acquiesce or defer to an authority outside of ourselves for it is the heart, the true voice of the individual and that cannot be touched no matter what circumstances one may live or what is done to the manifested expression. And once it is envisioned, once it enters the creative course, the heart, mind and expression of even one individual, it is then part of the whole. Once it is whispered, enters dreamtime, drops as a tear into the river of creative nectar, is exhaled on the breath, spoken in prayer and carried upon the current, it becomes. It blossoms forth and its seeds are scattered in the wind to land within the hearts and minds of those with “ears to hears and eyes to see”. Art restores; When broken create collages; mosaics. When whole revel in freedom. Use your senses, be boundless and limitless. Be your soul.
Art heals, balances, provokes. Be inspired. Be the master of your own creations, your own expression. Nothing is static, merge in the course of creative flow. Awaken and grow your creative self. Express your perspective ~ Be brave, Be bold, Hold your own spirit. Participate, elevate, ignite.
Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry:
1. Love of adventure.
2. Willingness to step into the unknown.
3. Desire for discovery.
4. Non-attachment to outcome.
5. Willingness to get lost.
6. Receptivity to get found.
7. Sense of humor.
8. Delight in sharing the process.
9. Capacity to stay present.
10. Acceptance of the unknown.
11. Devotion to trusting the process.
12. Disregard for approval or disapproval.
13. Self-permission to learn 1-12 over a lifetime.
15. Longing to bring harmony and beauty out of chaos.
16. Attitude of the alchemist: curious about impossibilities becoming possibilities.
17. Tenacity in staying true to what matters most to heart and soul, no matter what.
18. Capacity to begin anew when the ego says “why bother.”
19. Refusal to stay permanently discouraged.
20. Joy through playful surrender and creative collaboration.
*Top 20 Characteristics of Soul Artistry excerpted via Huffington Post from:
In the thinning of the veil, celebration of ancestors, end of the harvest and shortening of the “light” day as we move into the time of winter and earth sleep . . . in the falling of leaves where trees reveal their skeletons and soil cools to cold . . . with the scent of apples, spices; bounty gathered; for those ancestors who have gone before us; their remembrance sharing the family gathering, stories told around a table, a fire ~ a saint story ~ ~ ~ a ghost story. In the shift of darkening days, buzzing bees, sprinkler play and berry gathering fading into the background of summer past ~ leaves scatter, blooms fade. Don the costumes, light the bonfire and jack 0′ lanterns, fill the cups and spread the table, assemble bounty as offering upon the altar of thanksgiving, layout the sweets; sugar, skulls and treats; the past and present walk the earth in the altogether.