One of my new growing projects asks for picture journaling. Starfeather is running a seven week series with a group of women. We are asked to sketch a circle and use words in the further progress through a sketch. My favorite thus far is from a meditation.
I checked in with my mind. What I saw was motion. It pulled from the two sides of the back of my brain, up toward the forehead, the third eye.
I checked in with my heart, also in motion. The picture was of a swirling of light, inside spiraling outward.
I checked in with my body. I saw a shape that was similar to an open ended hour glass. This was far more mysterious to me than the other two, so I asked for clarification in a deeper meditation. It turns out that the wound in my body does look like the bottom half of that, tiny opening through the middle, connecting the outside world to my inside world. The connection is palpable. The wounding of my body, the pain and wounding of our current world situation. Astounding. Associated.
Everything in motion. We are in motion. Shifting. Growing. Evolving. As a whole, we are moving, somewhere, for some reason, in Divine grace.