Sunday, July 21, 2013

What if...?

This is a continuation of this post here. If you want to get the back story. 

Today, the next part.


What if things were not as they appear?

What if we weren't from here, but from some other place, all of us?

What if we knew what we were getting ourselves into when we signed up for this crazy ride?

What if we were not alone?

What if all the myths and mysteries and miracles you've heard throughout time are real, and true?

What if we all came here with a great purpose?

What if the reason we came here was to simply remember all of that?

And to share it with others?

No matter what they would say when you finally did?

What do you "know" to be true? But keep to yourself ~ for whatever reason.

I'm all ears.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

"Tell Our Story," they said.

I started a painting last December, for a beautiful project called Winter Harmony. An inspiring series for lifting up your spirits during the darker, colder months of winter (at least for those of us in the northern hemisphere).

I didn't finish the painting at the time. Which really wasn't the point anyway. It was about process, and painting for me is a deeply revealing process that surprises me at every turn.

As I continued the dance with this painting, through winter, taking a long break in spring, and now back at it this summer, a clear message has woven itself into every inch of this painting. "Tell our story," they said. 

Um. Okay.

What does that mean? I'm not quite sure. But it seems there were some other-worldly beings that want their story out in the world.

Sure. Why not.

Seems a little crazy making, but, since we are all ancient and timeless ourselves, it also makes perfect sense.

Yet the strangest part of it all? A new twist just revealed itself over this past weekend.

I was laying on the floor. Staring at the painting. Wondering, what next? Where will it go? What does it need? Or want? What do they need? Or want?

And boom.

Crystal clear.

The "our" in this painting is not "they" "their" or "them."


It is "our" "we" or "us." 

I am part of them. 

They are not other. They are me. I am them.



Does this mean tell the story of all the parts of me? The many facets of Indigo/Tracy?

Yes. Perhaps. 

But really? What it felt like?

It meant, to be honest, to tell the story of my people. 

From another time and place.

Um. What?



Can't wait to hear how this one's gonna go.

I'll keep you in the loop. How can I not?

Pretty wild ride I tell you...

(By the way? No drugs or alcohol were consumed in the making of this little adventure. 
In case you were cynically wondering. Grin.)