I think she’s here. Have another layer of white pencil to do- that’s it for her face, I think. It for now anyway.
Excited for background- purples, fuschias, lime greens…
Have these gorgeous tapestry scarves- I photographed them in the airport in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. So some inspiration for the foliage on black background.
The second card in my Ho’oponopono Deck. Work in progress!
Representing, resonating with the Mother Aspect of us that nourishes, protects and looks after us with tenderness and love.
The part that provides a resting place; a safe haven.
For me, ‘she’ isn’t representing my actual mom, or myself as a mother, but that universal force which for me, most often shows up as the feeling state of flow, gratitude, timelessness, spaciousness, boundlessness. A place for me to be.
Space.
To me this is the most female of expressions- space.
We all have it, have access to it. It is the untended, overflowing, crazy loveliness of a garden springing into life. It is life, Eve, The Empress, Brigid, Isis, Mary, Shakti – and all the multitude of images, stories and poetry that have tried to convey the inexpressible aliveness you feel when you are in this very feminine feeling presence.
Space that is full and empty at the same time. Pure potential. The pregnant virgin. Possibilities. Never been seen before’s. Excitement. Danger. Adventure. Life.
The Ho’oponopono is about this alignment, us with ourselves, in the way of a mother in alignment with her child. The conscious part of us taking full responsibility for our inner childs well being.
It starts here, this kindness to ourself. This sanctuary already exists for us, as a haven, a space for ourself in the midst our world.
It is, as John O’Donohue said, a land out beyond the house which is fluent unto itself. Or like Tír na nÓg, the Welsh land of eternal youth, it is here, but you have to look for it. It takes some effort to create a moment in your perception, when the light is just right, in which you can see it.
The original Magic Kingdom. The Garden of Life.
Winter Solstice Meanderings. Exploring the feminine proclivity towards a holistic, simultaneous, synthetic and concrete view of the world. Essentially balancing the linear, sequential, reductionist and abstract way of the masculine worldview.
Neither is better. Like the ancient Taoist circle, 
symbol of symmetry and integration, both are equally present in creative tension.
We honor one over the other to our collective detriment.
How do we restore the life of our interior feminine?
This Sacred Marriage of our inner masculine and feminine, the Divinely arranged marriage, happens every day, every moment, all across the world. Individually we find our way, men and women, over long distances, at great cost, to finally arrive at this Sacrament, conscious and aware. We greet our Beloved Opposite; Our Self, with surprised, delighted, joyful re-cognition. We feel the almost unimaginable impossibility of our separation. And we discover that our finding each other was actually, appallingly, the easier part of our journey. The difficult, unaccustomed, awkwardness of holding our precious union as we walk back into our polarized world is our overwhelming challenge.
How do we re-integrate with a world that is still desperately, addictively searching for…something? How can we say ‘Here, see – this is it!’ when we have no new light around us, no fancy words, no marketing technique that will translate? When we have seen the beauty of who we are, and yet feel that something hasn’t quite caught up, that part of me is still working hard at becoming who I am – lagging behind, fearful of change, untrusting. Pissed at myself that I still search, addictively, for that thing out there, that magic pill that will make me whole. My habitually dis-eased body a direct manifestation of my habitually dis-eased spirit. Shocker. I am uneasy with my inner masculine. He is uneasy with me. We are re-learning the dance.
New Dance. Old partners, new steps. Practice. Over and over again. oh yes, two left feet. We are now Lovers, the Sacred Two-in-One, Holy, learning to receive rather than consume, to love without controlling, to recognize the absoluteness of our interdependence. To celebrate, wonder at, and honor our differences. To truly see each other, and each in the other. One step, one breath, one moment at a time.
Thanking: Leonard Shlain, for the descriptions of the feminine and masculine worldviews. Many have postulated on this, I appreciate his word/image choices.
janet balboa 