Art continues to heal me in unexpected ways. I often only realize that healing has happened, on some level, months or years after the piece was created. This magic is so curious and inspiring to me.
“I should advise you to put it all down as beautifully & as carefully as you can—in some beautifully bound book. It will seem as if you were making the visions banal—but then you need to do that—then you are freed from the power of them. . . . Then when these things are in some precious book you can go to the book & turn over the pages & for you it will be your church—your cathedral—the silent places of your spirit where you will find renewal. If anyone tells you that it is morbid or neurotic and you listen to them—then you will lose your soul—for in that book is your soul.”
― Carl Jung
The rush of days are slowed down into watery moments of time, color and book pages. I am holding a richness of woven memories, of life. Many of these stories are untold thoughts. A time capsule of fabrics, threads, roots, and found bits all becoming. We are all mixtures of so many things. There is so much love in the process if we can slow down enough to feel it.
Thoughts you might want to share-
How has creating something, anything, inspired you to keep going? To follow the thread that has been your path to becoming?
XXX
Char
👍Great stuff!