This piece has the feel of looking at a slice of agate or of a geode. The guiding energy this morning was the rich green-blues. The trees that appeared in this landscape are not my usual evergreen trees. Someone has suggested that they might be sycamores and, if they are, I am definitely channeling my friend Martha Kelly. I love them, too.
Something in my friend’s suggestion resonated with me and I did a bit of looking online for symbolic references to sycamores. Associations with regeneration and with the threshold between life and death are prominent in what I’ve found. Which is interesting as I spent a fair bit of time today talking with my friend about my sense that artists, poets and mystics occupy the threshold between life and death, between creation and destruction, and that it is an inherently dangerous place to live- and an easy place to self-destruct.
Apparently, a sycamore figures prominently in Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist”….It’s been a long time since I read that book. I guess I need to read it again.
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