Dear Darlings,
I love when synchronicities show up and I’m reminded i’m on the right path. As an artist I see the details of the world. I see faces in trees, clouds, cracks and corners. I wonder what the birds are saying, and what happens to plants when they die. I’ve wondered about what happens to us when we die since I was a small child. I’ve always had an attunement to the unseen world around us. The world across the veil. The sounds and feelings that cannot be explained with vision or often language. This extra sensitivity allows me to drop down deep into the sod of my work. It calls me to meditate, dance and experience life to its fullest most bountiful touch. My inner awareness and continued acceptance that I am impermanent feeds the heartbeat of my life. Most of us are terrified of death. Whereas I find myself drawn to it. I am about to enter into a deep calling towards being a bridge from this world to the next as a Death Doula. I know deep in my bones that this work will have a profound inprint on my art practice. I often ask myself the question, why in this current reality do we know for a fact, we will die, we will leave this place. And why as a modern western society do we choose to ignore and suppress this sacred information. These and many other questions continue to guide me, to where, I only know to follow the bread crumbs and see.
In this photo is the Datura plant. A highly poisonous night-flowering plant growing plainly in the middle of a pedestrian sidewalk. After taking this photo, I looked around to see if anyone else was struck by the ironic nature of this site. After observing for a few minutes, I witnessed very few even recognizing there was a plant in the middle of the sidewalk. A perfect metaphor for our feelings on death.
