Unfolding

Allowing layers of myself to unfold is an interesting process that is mirrored in the mandala. Like a lotus it gently opens, bit by bit and so slowly that often I am not even aware of what is happening or how things have developed into what they are. I really could not tell you what made me who I am.

Like shapes in a mandala one thing has led to another. Different points connect to others and something forms. 

How quickly  I forget that I have been in some very dark places - the muddy bottom deep underneath the distractions of my so called 'surface life' . I have had to trust the urge to move upwards through the shadowy waters of life's expectations even though I cannot see the way clearly. Did I know where I was going? Not really.

Trust (easily said), determination, and accepting the darkness because it is part of how I have become has been my way through. 

I find that the making of mandalas represents this process of evolving so that I can understand more of myself. The dark is not so frightening - in a strange way it nourishes me.

 

 

 

 

 

I have had to trust the urge to move upwards even though I cannot see through the muddy waters of life's expectations.

I have had to trust the urge to move upwards even though I cannot see through the muddy waters of life's expectations.

“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”
Albert Einstein, The World As I See It