PAUSING. REMEMBERING
September reminds me of the days where one had the leisure
to jump into a pile of leaves
carefree no worries about the existential crises of NOW.
Wind brings in the random dance of the falling ones
turning into a kaleidoscope of magical hues.
My favorite being brilliant red and burnt sienna
Taking my breath away.
PAUSING. REMEMBERING.
The cycle of Autumn presents herself in Her own timing.
I feel the rhythm within myself changing.
What I see before me.
Remembering why I am here.
What my purpose is.
Are you re-remembering yours?
PAUSING. REMEMBERING.
Those whom passed in the summer and knowing it is a new season without them.
I like to think an Ancestor will fly into my crabapple trees and visit.
It happened for awhile this summer a beautiful red tail hawk hovered in my tree,
which seemed like minutes or hours all colliding.
Our eyes truly connected.
I knew it was someone whom loved me once so much.
I knew it was true.
PAUSING. REMEMBERING.
This Labor Day I reflect on the meaning of why I create.
What purpose it serves and maybe it doesn’t move but only a few.
I am not needing to be famous.
I only want to be heard.
Connecting to the trees the leaves the intercommunication of the living planet
telling me it is time to release what no longer serves me.
I feel the quietness moving inside me.
The need for more psychic silence for the soul.
I don’t question it because it happens with every turn of the seasons.
I must make the time to create and set boundaries that will not be interrupted.
These are the Sacred Hours of the Day.
PAUSING. REMEMBERING.
I carry on one foot in front of the other and know each step holds the imprint
of my mother and father
my grandmothers and grandfathers
my great grandparents
the beautiful lands they left in Eastern Slovakia.
Each step
Each word
Each brushstroke is telling
me this.
Lest I forget.
I do not want to forget.
Autumn embrace me with all your narratives.
Let me be one vessel that carries it all back into the dirt and soil
full of purpose
communicating to all whom will listen.
Stories buried and released in the awakening that lies ahead.
In Lovingkindness, Donna Alena
THOUGHT FOR YOUR ART: What is your mission statement in your art?
Let’s think about why we create and what are we hoping to communicate in the forms of art we manifest or are given to us from Sources unknown.
What is your part in the collective unconscious of stories, storytelling, novellas, films, music and how you live and express yourself?
I am listening.
Tell me your statement and I will begin my also.
PAUSE and REMEMBER.
These are my words today.
OUR ART IS THE CEREMONY to heal ourselves and so many.