Foundation

As the flurry of stories continue, and voices shrill at each other casting blame and bitterness, I am having a hard time sinking in to a place of peace. Even a weekend in the studio didn't manage to pull me back. And so I am looking closer, narrowing my vision to the work of my hands, the words of my mouth and the contents of my own heart.

My foundation. I can ease pain and grief in my Craniosacral practice. I can create things of beauty in my art practice. I can choose not to forward incendiary posts on social media. I can try to listen dispassionately to what others are saying when their views disagree with my own.

I can remember my foundation, my deepest and truest belief - that in our essence, we are souls, all bigger and brighter than we manage to manifest as we muddle through our days. And I can build panels for a series that does its best to convey a message of our innate brightness - "But Trailing Clouds of Glory Do We Come".

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