|She Who Brings the Sun|
Oil pastels on paper
approx 10" x 10"
The Mother carries the sun across the skies
between Her antlers.
This is truth.
|"The Conversation", oil pastels|
Sometimes you read something that readjusts
You know, the way one of those old Kodak
viewfinders moved you onto a new picture
when you pushed down the lever at the side.
I just read Martha T.'s blog about baptism.
I really like the analogy of finding God in the
shit. Jungians believe that is the path to
individuation and I have to say that I agree.
I don't see individuation as a goal. At least
not for me - the pile of shit I have to integrate
will take 1000 lifetimes to work through.
It's a process.
But her words got me thinking about baptism
and what it could possibly mean to an
Is it enough to know that such ideas as Martha's
are floating about beneath the rigid veneer of
the church? I don't know if it makes me feel
any more warm and fuzzy about Christianity but
I am grateful that at least in 2016 she won't be
burned at the stake ...
because such ideas give me hope.