cuando es la hora, es la hora







Estoy dedicada a la tarea de regresar a casa, a mi casa interior, a mi obra, a mi arte. Esta experiencia de guindar en este blog una imagen diaria me está ayudando a cumplir con esa tarea. Quiero desarrollar la capacidad de aprender a vivir en el mundo espiritual y también en la realidad exterior. No quiero vagar por la vida sin mi piel. Si pierdo el pellejo pierdo mi protección, mi calor, mi precoz sistema de alarma, mi vida instinctiva. Quiero encontrar el camino de mi regreso a casa. El espíritu nace del alma. Arte y terapia comparten la misma etimología y en sus raíces está el hacer alma. Quiero oír el grito del mar, la llamada desde mi casa. No temo no saber. La maga me dice al oído: " No temas 'no saber'. En distintas etapas y en distintos períodos de nuestras vidas así tiene que ser."clarissa pinkola-estes
 Cuando es la hora, es la hora. Esta es mi hora, otra vez. Si no regreso a mi casa cuando es el momento indicado, pierdo mi concentración. El taller está listo, me espera. 



I am dedicated to the task of going home, to my interior home, to my work, to my art. The experience of hanging in this blog an image each day is helping me to carry out this task. I want to develop the capacity of learning to live in the spiritual world and also in exterior reality. I do not want to wander about without my skin. If I loose my skin I loose my protection, my heat, my precocious alarm system, my instinctive life. I want to find the path back home. The spirit is born of the soul. Art and therapy share the same etymology as words and in their roots is the making of the soul. I want to hear the scream of the sea, the call from my home. I am not afraid not to know. The witch whispers in my ear: "Do not be afraid 'not to know'. It is like this in different stages and in different periods of our lives."
When it is the hour, it is the hour. This is my hour, once again. If I do not return home at the right moment, I loose my concentration. My studio is ready. it is waiting for me.




Comments

puzzlemaster said…
Good morning. I just thought I'd let you know I've been browsing your blog this Saturday morning, while my wife still sleeps upstairs. Your imagery is vivid and your quotes and comments very, I don't know, resonant. I'm turning 60 this year and my bones are speaking to me too.

I'm borrowing the photo of the paint brush on the canvas to be my desktop image for a while.

Thank you. Dave

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