Love. Courage. Curiosity by Louise Gallagher Trembling, she stood at the edge of darkness her heart beating an erratic tattoo full of trepidation that to enter would be the end of light “I am afraid,” she whispered into the darkness holding back from stepping forward as she stood trapped in her fear she would be consumed by all she could not see and all she did not know about the darkness. Be not afraid, whispered her heart, I am always here, beating steady holding you safe in the womb of love that is eternally present in all of life. I’m here too, said courage. And so am I said, curiosity chimed in. And the light grew brighter and said, I will never burn out with Love as your constant companion. Gratefully, she invited them to join her as she moved forward from where she stood at the edge of her fear into the darkness. Buoyed up by their presence she flung her arms wide and stepped boldly into the darkness knowing her heart and courage and curiosity would step fearlessly with her. Bathed in the glow of their presence, her light grew brighter and the darkness grew dimmer and fear vanished in the light of knowing, no matter where she was, in darkness or in light, she was always safe when she walked faithfully in Love.
I took my own advice yesterday and spent time immersed in wonder and art playing for hours in my studio.
The painting above is what appeared.
I didn’t know where I was going, or what I wanted to do when I began. But I needn’t have worried. The muse always knows and when I am open to her whisperings, she flows with ease and grace, lightening even my darkest doubts.
About the process:
The background in this piece is very layered and complex.
Layers of sprayed on inks covered by stenciled on gesso and pastels, shapes, textures and patterns as well as collaged on images printed onto rice paper.
One of the challenges I set for myself in this piece was to create it without the use of a paintbrush.
So that’s what I did.
About the poem:
This morning, when I sat down to write the poem began to form as if floating in from the velvety darkness all around.
I love to sit at my desk in the morning, looking out at the river, my latte steaming by my right hand, the only light the halo of my desk lamp and the candle I burn in the mornings as I write.
Perhaps it was the combination of the image and the atmosphere around me, but, I wasn’t expecting a poem to write itself out.
I had other ideas.
I’m grateful courage and curiosity opened my heart and mind to being present to the mystery of creative expression.