|“A bear with a frog in its mouth”: oil on canvas, 14×18 — to be swallowed into peace and truth — Transformation|
My youngest son came over to my place for a couple of weeks after work. He was baking Christmas cookies and I helped him decorate them. And then my oldest daughter came over for a couple of days and she made jewelry. It was a wonderful feeling to have them “home.”
And then they went back to their homes and their Christmas schedules with their partners and I found myself alone. I woke with a deep sense of loneliness and thought of what my friend Vanessa had said to me, “Many people find Christmas a difficult time.”
This morning I made it past the lights and tinsel, the candy and chocolate, the stockings and presents and the carols and wishes of good cheer, I made it to a sacred and holy place. A place where the germination of hope and truth ignited and as a cell multiplied out to where the celestial beings sang and the animals swayed on earth. A place where betrayal, the father initially thought the child was another humans, to faith, the woman says to the angel “may it be so.” With her words she creates a new pathway for all females to follow a place where, as in our sacred stories, the supernatural impregnates a human female and we as humans are about to learn something we need to know. A place that is not only history but is alive today and all that I need to do is inhale, to let it in. To step into it and know that I belong. The supernatural invites with a sense of urgency.
Swallowed by the bear, the ancestors, the land and the sacred story of peace, hope, joy and love.