36" x 18" / acrylic on canvas
Bear sat back on the boulder and moved his ample haunches. His shifting side to side movements settled him deeper into the rock and then he began working his magic. Raising his front paws up to the level of his chest he began moving them back and forth, resulting in the sound of his claws clacking and clicking against one another. All the while he stared at me.
The swirling sensation that had begun in the center of my chest expanded outward in an ever widening spiral. I could feel my stomach move along the path of its rotation. My insides were being turned into a mythic stew.
That night as I lay in my casita after having been removed from the mountain, I closed my eyes and tried to send my body into the sleeping time. I could not go. The more still and quiet that I tried to become, the louder the song became.
There is a song that is continuously being sung in the stars. Each celestial body’s note existed as a thread which, when joined with the others, created a net. At that moment I understood that a piece of the harmonic symphony was contained within my literal bones. Each of us is a celestial phoenix, born from the remains of stars ripping apart and reassembling into the pieces of our world and ourselves. Tears fell from my eyes as I touched the edges of mystery and the divinity of our origins.
Are we forever stardust dying and reassembling? I pray that we will be able to hear the song we are being sung, and the song that is singing us.