Ready to Live XI – VII

DSC_4408This is such a small offering on such a sad day, eh? But I do, offer it up to you. The Chrysanthemum rises up in peace and strength today after many days and weeks of labor. You know that. Determination and patience.

It is almost finitti. Tomorrow I’ll take the damned near teeniniest round brush to it and detail the hell out of it. Then it will be done, before all my various color mixes are dry.

Now it’s literally time to make the guacamole.

The sad day I’m referring to is the bombing of the Boston Marathon. Words do not come. I go into a familiar shock. Tears. And a familiar sending of peace meditations into the world again. Love vibes. Helplessness and … rage … and uber … kindness to the helpless victims. It’s like last week all over again. Bad death.

I hug Chipper, who is on the bed for his nap and is innocent of the bombing, as a child would be. Safe. Thankfully I stroke him. Dear one.

It has been a very heavy physical pain day, which I worked through to finish the painting, for which I had a lot of energy to finish from somewhere. I don’t know where the painter comes from, or where she has been for the past four days, but she has returned. Thank you.

I have less emotional pain today, but I feel the rotten crap still in my chest, the crying and the old rage still there, waiting to be worked out. I’m still willing to work her out. Thankfully I don’t give up easily. Thankfully some spirit inside of me doesn’t give up easily, some rebel, some Light, some kickass something or other. Yeah. Go me. Allow me that.

Shine, dear ones. Keep shining for us all, you survivors and you lost ones. You are not forgotten. You are not truly lost. They will never win.

 

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I am a professional artist, writer and musician creating from my home studio. To view my artwork, visit http://www.amyjackson.cc
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2 Responses to Ready to Live XI – VII

  1. 3cat26@comcast.net says:

    Precious Amy, I must share my innermost gratitude for the offering of The Chrysanthemum. I  have been mute for daze and just read my e-mails a few minutes ago that were  four plus days old. I have been in a deep pit, a chasm. Every part of my beings have  been spinning madly..   . As I outstretched my hands, I felt droplets of seeds being placed in my palms…..seeds from the magnificent offering, and I smiled for the first time in hours and hours embracing  the source of nourishment, life, reason to be. We are strong together.  I must close for now, my thoughts and emotions are smattered, yet I  am basking in the strength that sustains us.

    We live. 

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