Ever come to a point in your life where everything seems to fall apart? Maybe you made some unwise choices, or a relationship ended, or you got laid off, or your health starts to go, or something you really believed in no longer seemed right. That feeling of, “What do I do now?”
This morning I was looking at “We’Moon 2014: Gaia Rhythms for Womyn,” published by Mother Tongue Ink. On page 100 is a three-paragraph essay titled “A-rise,” by Alyson McEvoy. She writes about crumbling houses in Havana, and how local artists breath new life into the skeletons of houses, painting vivid scenes on them, most often faces of people who could be local. These are paintings of “people who remind passers-by of their own Selves, their own majesty, beauty and strength, even amidst the ruined places of their lives.”
Nothing new comes into the world without something ending. We may grieve for the ending, and that is important. But we need to look beyond that to the new possibilities that can come, “to look into the debris with eyes of creative re-visioning.” What art will you create in what now seems like a ruin?
PS We’Moon is a datebook published every year by a group of women in Oregon. It is filled with information, written pieces, and art. I buy one every year, and give copies of it to friends. You can read more about it at their website.